You know what's hard about having your kids spread out, but not FAR enough out, is every kid is at a different stage. They all play different, they all need disciplined different and they all need different chores.
I understand this, yet they don't.
My 9 year old expects to be treated like her 4 year old sister and my 4 year old expects to stay up later like her sister.
My 2 year old wants to play with my 4 year old, but they can't really. Not until my 4 year old understands that the 2 year old isn't destroying her doll house out of hate.
Then there are the tantrums my terrible two year old throws in stores, restaurants, the gym...everywhere. Not only does HE cry about wanting a sucker, but my 4 year old joins in. Apparently, her laid back attitude flies out the window when he starts to wimper.
I don't blame my 9 year old for never wanting to go places with us. I wouldn't want to be part of this circus, if I wasn't desperately trying to teach them how to act in public.
That's another thing...sometimes my 9 year old throws tantrums that can't be dealt with like toddler tantrums. There's a completely different kind of dance you have to groove with.
I've had 9 years of diapers, 9 years of tantrums, 9 years of not sleeping well, 9 years of cleaning milk explosions from cereal bowls off the table every morning and 9 years with at least one kid at home.
Parenting is a hard deal peeps.
Sometimes I think of my 9 years and wish I would've gotten the baby stages over in a couple years like others. I shake my head and think how bad 9 years without a REAL job will look when I go back to work someday. I miss work!!
Then I smile because I've had 9 years of innocent, little kid love. Mommy/baby love that may be one of the sweetest things on this earth. I'm lucky for these 9 years.
In 2 years when all my babies are in school, my tears will speak volumes. But after the tears, I will eat bon-bons....without sharing a single one.
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