I thought having two kids under two was tough, in reality it was just tiring. Friends with older children always said wait till they are bigger then the challenges really begin, I thought seriously what could be worse than living on a couple of hours sleep – needing regular caffeine top-ups to survive till bedtime, but they were right.
Can I squeeze them back down to size...
Lately parenting has flicked up a notch on the difficulty setting, it seems as they are progressing to becoming more independent without the maturity to match, you have a whole new minefield to enter.
For example last week I thought giving them the house key would be fine, I was politely chatting to my neighbour in our garden and they just wanted to get settled in after school or so I thought. It was only when I tried to get in the house myself I realised they had decided to lock me out!
Then on top of that eldest decided to make my neighbour the cup of tea I had just promised him, he has never made a cup of tea yet so far, never shown the slightest interest, so whilst I am locked out of the house he obviously thought (lightbulb moment!) why not risk handling boiling water for the first time…
As it was youngest eventually let me in, eldest had not managed to scold his hands as he hadn’t realised how long a kettle needed to boil luckily and just poured the neighbour a tepid cup of tea! It’s nice he wants to be more independent but I would rather he decided the moment to do so is when there is some form of adult supervision in the house.
Eldest wants to play out unsupervised, he wants to ditch his helmet when he rides his bike, he managed to bunk off his school swimming lessons for the last two weeks of the term. Naturally at 8 he knows best... my dad always said to me what colour is the sky? Because I could never agree with him, now I get the sentiment. It's my turn to go through it dad, least you survived to tell the tale!
I often think is it just my boys, is it how I am raising them, then I hear some other parent going through something similar or worse and smile a little internal smile. We can survive this, admittedly with a few more white hairs and stress lines, its no walk in the park anymore and I am sure parents of teenagers would tell me just you wait… but you know what this time I know they are right!