They warn you about kids…
But you just don’t listen.
Because somewhere in the rosy glow of feeling those little kicks inside a round belly, there’s this crazy assumption that everyone else is wrong. That you will be the one who does it ‘the right way’.
And oh how we laughed.
It’s easy to talk about the lack of sleep… the endless nappy changing and feeding. The inability to eat a hot meal for the first three years of being parents, but that’s not the half of it. No-one really mentions the other stuff.
Like when you really just want to have a bath… on your own… or go to the toilet unaccompanied by a toddler and the dog. Or how drinking a cup of coffee in peace and quiet becomes a luxury. Or how you sit outside the house because the baby fell asleep in the car on the way home and you don’t want to move them in case they wake up.
Or how you spend endless hours changing wet sheets, and keeping vigil beside a 2-year-old with raging fevers. And the endless streams of snot that seem to be a constant thing for the first five years.
Or how every other parent will judge you.
>And those times when you think you would just like to leave the screaming, tantrum toddler to their own devices and go to the pub for a pint. And how you long for those days when the biggest issue would be what to wear on a Saturday night and which bar is the coolest.
Because kids and parenting is messy.
It is not really instagrammable. And those that think it is, are lying through their arse.
There will be times when you realise you’ve worn the same baby-vomit covered sweatshirt for three days running. There will be times when you are so tired that you can barely function. There will be times when you wonder if it was really worth it.
And then they smile at you… the little sods!
But don’t be fooled by their cute as a button noses, their long eye lashes, their rosy cheeks, and their adorable first words. Those things are just hiding the real monster… Any minute now, they’ll want the thing they can’t have and all hell will break loose.
And you think it gets easier later on… but then there’s boyfriends and selfies and crop tops and high heels and girlfriends and god awful music and spots and pocket money and and and… well, and then the cycle begins again.
And we will try and tell them… and they won’t listen.
So yeah… kids are messy. Life is messy. And that’s what makes it beautiful. I could take photographs of perfect looking babies all squished in perfect poses. I could take adorable photos of toddlers looking straight at the camera with their best smiles. But those moments are a fraction of what childhood is about.
Childhood is about pushing boundaries, exploring and finding our feet.
It’s not about Insta worthy smiles. This is real life and it is absolutely wondrously glorious.
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