Birthing babies is incredibly complicated and incredibly simple all at once. And while it is pretty freaking amazing, it rarely goes exactly according to (the meticulously researched, single-spaced, holistic birth) plan.
My guess is that it is just the universe’s way of saying, “You know how you thought you were prepared and in charge? You’re not. Welcome to parenthood. Neener neener.”
Parenting is full of a whole lot of unexpected events and feelings – some good, some bad, many hysterical and enlightening.
Some things I didn’t expect as a parent…
… how much I would simultaneously love and fear finger paints, stickers and silence.
… baby neck and armpit cheese.
… how very tired I would be.
… how happy and how sad I would be to see myself – traits both good and bad – reflected in my tiny people.
… how big a 2-year-old’s feelings are.
… how much it feels like failure or just getting by sometimes. And how universal that feeling is.
… how much work bedtime would be. And how lovely a quiet, full, sleeping house can be.
… how delicious baby cheeks, elbows, bellies and toes are.
… how much I would need to nurture my friendships. And just how much effort and scheduling that takes now.
… how amazing human development really is. From a helpless, little, human blob to a walker and talker in just about 365 days?! Unreal. Really.
… how much I love to be silly, to play, and to laugh with my children.
… how much I love whole milk yogurt.
… how much I feel like this is something I was supposed to do with my life, even in the hardest moments.