Tuesday, May 20, 2014
I was the tender age of 23 when I found out I was pregnant with my first baby. I was beyond excited then I was nervous, then I was scared to death. How could I possibly be responsible for another human? I could barely take care of myself. But as my belly grew so did my confidence that we were going to be alright, my little family. There were hurdles, some small some big.
Labor was a blur and I was cuddling this tiny, squirming infant that I was head over heels in love with. I could do this! Beware of the terrible two's people warned me. They weren't so bad. I won't say we sailed into childhood but we slid in with few bumps and bruises and a few broken bones.
At 29, when Chris was 6, Nick was born I figured this parenthood thing wasn't so hard. What I have learned is that babies are easy!
You know what's hard?
Watching your 17 year old son's heart break because his girlfriend's parents won't allow her to see him.
Or wanting to shout from the roof tops the news your 23 year old just shared with you but knowing you can't because maybe not everyone will be as excited.
Wanting so much to keep them from hurting but knowing you can't, that's the hardest part of being a parent.
Bumps, bruises and broken bones of childhood, those are the easy parts. You just don't realize it at the time.