It’s unreal how excited we as parents get for each and every “milestone” our kids reach, some of them that are more “normal” or appreciated by the greater consensus of parents, like smiling, crawling, talking, walking even pooping in the toilet for the first time. Some of them less normal like first real big nose booger (yeah, I mighta kinda kept Kivesh’s), swearing, eating supper in under an hour, etc. etc.
What I’ve realised over the past few months is that each milestones the kids reach has a butterfly effect milestone for us. I remember a few months back crying at supper, because the kids had eaten, and were happily playing in their room, and I, for the 2nd night in a row, had eaten… wait for it, my supper, sitting down, while it was still hot!!!! Yeah you heard me… hot supper, sitting down, no interruptions!! The reason I cried was all ” Oh! my babies are growing up, look how independent they are, they’re not bugging me 100 times for a sip of water or more tomato sauce….”
The cliché “they grow up so quick” is so incredibly overused, but so incredibly true. Thavina gets a year older every time she comes back from crèche, and Kivesh is constantly referring to things he used to do “when he was a little boy”, dude is 6! It’s definitely sorta sad, especially if you’re 99.99% sure that the um” factory is closed”, that this will be the “last time” for a lot of things, and most are kinda bitter sweet. No more nappies, yay, but say hello to needing to poo 5 minutes into a trip and peeing, Every. Five. Minutes. I look back and miss breast feeding, the closeness of Thavina and being able to shut her up so easily, but do I miss blocked ducts, NO! I miss being able to give them a random bullshit excuse for something, and them just accepting it now I have to go through the Spanish inquisition to get them to accept that we are having spaghetti for supper. I look back and yearn for when they could only sleep with me holding them (I must have that mummy amnesia thing, because I’m sure at the time I wanted to die).
These milestones and other obvious age-related lifestyle changes have led to the previously mentioned “Dawn of a new era”, I no longer need magazines on pregnancy and birthing health, or articles on “Toddler led weaning” and “How to potty train in 3 days” (yeah right). I’m now entering the “A week of nutritious meals”, ” What to pack in their lunchbox”, and ” How to get you (bedroom) groove back” phase. New subscriptions include Your Family, Woman and Home and Good housekeeping (Feminist women…sorry).
And so it goes…
Here’s an enjoyable read on other milestones that don’t often get a mention in the parenting books.