Last week I read this post at Momastery. She included two letters from sister moms of infants and she wanted her readers to leave some comments with hope on how to survive the younger years. For whatever reason, I didn’t comment. Maybe because I knew nearly 500 other people would.
Saturday night we babysat my nephew’s daughter. She’s two and a half. She’s as sweet as she can be. She’s funny. She’s also independent, as many 2 year olds are. I was transported back 5 years to when my now 7 and 9 year olds were that age.
And I was glad they’re 7 and 9.
Yesterday I was at church with a couple that had a 2 year old and an infant. The dad was keeping track of the 2 year old and the mom was feeding the wee one standing right in the middle of the hallway.
While we were standing there, a frustrated momma came by with a squirming toddler on each hip. I wanted to take one off her hands, help them to nursery and then give her a nice back massage.
I’m convinced those of you reading with young ones need to hear some encouragement. You can do this. It won’t always be hard like right now. Sure, it will be hard but in different ways.
A day is coming where you don’t have to worry about anyone’s poop schedule but your own.
You won’t even have to look at poop all day if you don’t want to.
In fact, there will be weeks that go by where you don’t even care if anyone else is pooping.
A day is coming when you get to eat a meal where you don’t have to scoop even one bite of food into someone else’s mouth.
You’ll get to eat every single bite of your own food.
And better yet, none of the food will come from your own body!
In fact, since you’ve learned how to eat a dinner in 90 seconds, you’ll actually finish before anyone else instead of being the lone survivor at the dinner table.
And yes, there’s a day when all of you will sit in normal chairs around an actual dinner table. And you’ll ask questions about their day and they’ll tell you and you’ll all laugh and actually enjoy this part of your day.
A day is coming when you don’t have to be in the same room to bathe your children.
You actually get to say grab a towel and go get in the shower.
And they do it. And they know how to shampoo and conditioner their hair. AND brush it when they get out.
It’s coming, momma.
A day is coming when you don’t have to go through gymnastics to get your child to sleep.
You’ll be able to say bedtime and they know what that means. They’ll know how to brush their teeth and get their own pajamas on and read to themselves.
In fact, you’ll have to remind yourself to spend time with them at night just so you don’t miss the best part of the day. Yes! Bedtime will one day be wonderful.
A day is coming when they sleep through the night.
And sometimes, they’ll throw up during the night and they’ll just tell you about it in the morning. “Mom, I even made it to the toilet.”
Doesn’t that sound glorious?
A day is coming when you won’t even know what room they’re in when they’re playing.
You’ll have to walk around and find them and ask what they’ve been doing. And the best part is it won’t be fingerpainting the walls, unbuckling their diaper and smearing it on carpet or rubbing diaper cream all over their face.
A day is coming when you don’t have to pack 80 things to leave the house.
In fact, the kids will want to grab a few of their favorite things and you can just say, “Come out to the car when you’re ready and shut the door on your way out.”
And when they come out, you don’t have to buckle a single person except yourself.
And while you’re driving, you don’t have to entertain a single soul to keep them from crying.
A day is coming when they won’t say no every time you tell them to do something.
In fact, sometimes they’ll even ask you what they should do.
All of this and more is coming. It gets easier. Parenting gets funner. Yes, funner. But it gets that way because you did the hard work.
They’ll know how to shower because you taught them.
They’ll know how to play because you taught them.
They’ll know how to eat because you taught them.
Hang on, mommas. I know these are hard years, but they’re good years. You can do it.
Today’s my mom’s birthday so I can’t let this post go without saying happy birthday and thank you, Mom, for your hard work of raising wee ones.