Five Things I Wish I’d Known About Having Kids…

Elsa and Anna
Look at these two… I wouldn’t change anything!

I apparently started writing this post almost two years ago, meaning the Ladybug was three and Sprout was about 18 months.  I created the list way back then, but didn’t finish it, probably because of the children.  Nothing has changed, so I suppose I will finish it now.

  1. They don’t come with a volume button.

I don’t know what I was thinking back then, but there is nothing truer than this statement now.  My youngest- my littlest love, my red-head, my mini-me… she seems to have inherited her father’s ‘spirited nature’ (aka hyperactivity and naughtiness) and my ability to talk the ears off an elephant.  She literally never shuts up.  She groans and talks in her sleep.  Her morning stretches are the loudest I’ve ever heard from man or beast.  Before her eyes are even open, she’s chatting and she keeps right on going until she sinks into an exhausted slumber.

But it’s not just that she’s talking.  She’s yelling.  As if she’s at a KISS concert in a nursing home, trying to get her hard-of-hearing Granny who’s across the room to hear her.  All. The. Time.  I have to yell to get her to hear me so I can tell her not to yell.  I had no idea that parenting would be so loud.  I mean, I knew it wasn’t going to be quiet… I suppose I’m getting my comeuppance and there are a lot of people in heaven chuckling right now.

They’ve probably got their ears plugged, though.

  1. I will apparently be in shock every year on their birthday.

According to the ‘draft last edited’ date on this post, I was writing this just after The Ladybug had turned three.  She’s five in 33 days (because we have a countdown on my phone- she needs to know).  I have already said to at least two people, ‘I can’t believe she’s about to be five!’  Yesterday I wondered, Will I still be saying, ‘I can’t believe she’s..’ when she’s like thirty-seven?  Parents with grown kids, feel free to weigh in.  Does the shock of each birthday ever fade?  I can’t see how it will.

  1. I will want to simultaneously spend every moment with them and lock myself in the bathroom with a bottle of wine and never come out again.

We had a GIRLS WEEKEND this weekend while The Rugby Star was out of town.  I can honestly admit that this was the first one of these where I don’t feel like I need a break after the weekend.  We had a lot of activities planned- we played at Magic Planet, went to the Autumn Fair, jumped on the trampoline, played with friends, and watched a little TV.  Surprisingly little, if I’m honest.  I was tired from all the activity, but I was not tired of my kids.  Don’t get me wrong, I was ready for them to go to sleep when 7:30pm hit, but I wasn’t desperate for alone time.  We had fun together.  We laughed and joked and played.  They even skipped nap both days and everything was fine.  I enjoyed spending some GIRLS ONLY time with those little people.

We have another GIRLS WEEKEND coming up.  I’ll get back to you if my feelings change.

  1. They will touch you all the time.

 I am a certified introvert.  I would gladly live in a human-sized hamster ball if it meant less human interaction.  I love my family and like five other people and the rest, well, meh.  I’m terrible at small talk, I hate social gatherings of more than handful of people, and I need to invite you to touch me.  Even The Rugby Star must abide by my ‘touch breaks’ every now and again.

And why do I need a touch break?  Because of all the touching from those two little girls. They like to sit on top of me all the time.  The little one, especially, can’t seem to function if we’re not physically connected in some way.  She wants to sit in my lap while we’re eating.  She wants to hold my hand while she goes to the bathroom.  She spoons me at night.  I absolutely adore it, do not get me wrong.  I know there will be a day when she slams the door and stays in her room all night or is embarrassed for me to hug or kiss her.

The big one has started to pull away a little more.  She likes to sit by herself when she watches TV.  I have to ask her to come sit by me sometimes.  She prefers to give me ‘kiss blows’ to giving me actual kisses when we leave each other, though I think it’s more of a fun game than that she doesn’t want kisses.  I love that she’s growing more independent, but I find that I already miss her snuggles.

I’m trying to think how to finish this reason and I find that I’m struggling.  Yes, they do touch me a lot but it’s already less than it used to be and I can admit that I’m going to miss it when it’s gone.  Time and perspective are funny things.

  1. That I’ll love them more than anything thing.

 Duh.

I’m glad I saved a draft of this post.  I’m glad I didn’t really know what to expect when I had kids.  It’s made every day much more of an adventure.  Would it have changed my mind about having kids if I’d known those Five Things?  Nope.  I would’ve done it anyway.  Life has already changed so much in less than two years and I can’t wait to see what the rest of our lives brings for my two best girls.

Parents- weigh in: Do you ever stop being shocked at each birthday?


6 thoughts on “Five Things I Wish I’d Known About Having Kids…

  1. No. Short answer is, no. You should be sitting with your Gramma Darline whenever her child, especially Greg or Marty has a birthday. Every year it’s a shock. Through the years I’ve watched her face go through this bewildered passage as she takes a few moments to process the fact that her ‘baby’ is such and so many years old. Realizing your child is already old enough to go to Kindergarten is a shock, one of the big ones. But then it keeps happening, and happening. They’re a teenager, then, suddenly they’re old enough to be a parent, and then that day comes when you realize they are, or could be, a grandparent? The next thought you have is startling: I’m the MOTHER of an OLD man! (Or old woman) Nope, the shock never wears off. Would we want it to?

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  2. Not only am I shocked, but I find myself trying desperately to make time slow down more and more each year because I just can’t imagine not having littles in the house. When E turned five, I may have cried about it more than once. When it got close to C turning three… well, we have another baby on the way. So there’s that.

    Love the list! Couldn’t agree more. The noise. Oh, heavens. The noise.

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    1. I think five is going to hard. Like they’re not babies anymore. Four still feels small and it’s still pretty close to being a toddler… but five… they’re marching towards being a bonafide kid!

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  3. This makes me think you should re-title it as “Five Things You Will Learn When You Teach Kindergarten” – very cute and very funny and very touchy-feely and hilarious, every one of them!

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