As parents of young children, I feel like many of us are constantly chasing the magic age, the age when suddenly the clouds will part, a ray of sun will shine down upon our child, and he/she will become the perfect angel: easy to communicate with, obedient, a more independent entity.
Have you ever found yourself saying, "I can't wait until my child can walk", or "I can't wait until my child can talk", or "When will it get easier?" We all have. Why are we all so quick to wish away those first years? Probably because those first years are the hardest and most stressful.
I have heard from multiple parents that the magic age when your kids make the transition from being super needy to being more like a real, independent person is age FIVE. That's a heck of a long time from the start of a pregnancy until the ripe, old age of five. For me, that's over five more years from now until my life finds a peaceful balance again, and looking down that road, the end seems very far away, and sometimes I find myself wondering how I'll make it.
For those of you parents whose children are beyond that magical age, is it really so much easier, or are the issues just different and more evolved (i.e. potty and sleep training vs. dating training)? Do you look back and wish for those years back? I can't imagine wishing to relive those first few years again... but then again, I'm not much of a baby person.
Isn't the grass always greener, and we always wish for what we can't have? Oh well, until that time, many of us will suffer together, continuing to wish for the next stage until we begin to start wishing to keep our kids from growing up.
... I know, it's not a very funny or sarcastic entry, but a girl's allowed a little bit of reflective seriousness now and then, right?
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Cyndi M. Frick
This lifestyle blog is my outlet to share and advise about the things I love. I always have an opinion!