My response to a recent email I recieved from a Mamma friend of mine relaying that caring for her six month old baby was feeling really hard.

We’ve known each other for a while, so I enjoyed mixing in humor:

Well, I’m not sure it gets better everyday. More like, “it gets better every year.” With smaller easy/hard cycles that switcheroo every couple of days or weeks…or minutes:(

For me: I mostly wanted the throw my baby in the garbage and put the lid on for about the first two years. (though I wouldn’t trade those sweet just-nothing-quite-like-it nursing years for anything in the world)  

Then he started sleeping.

After that, I wanted to pull out my own hair and cry for the next few years of toddler poop on the walls and tantrums – eventually though he started real school and a part time afterschool program and could wipe his own butt. Once he started asking for what he wanted without constant whining or crying -THEN – I started enjoying him and myself much more (around age 5)

I might add though, that there is just nothing more magical than watching the transition between crayola scribbles (everywhere) slowly turning into people’ mommies, daddies and friends with arms and legs sticking straight out of their lopsided heads around age 3-4 and then onto monsters of the most amazing detail, whales and cats with 8-10 legs.

Those are also prime years for teaching your child the Evil Laugh and how to proplerly make faces.

So my dear… If you ever feel like you are going crazy; not to worry, you are. And we all did too…And, you have an amazing community that will hold you (and the wee one) in the madness of it all

Ask me to babysit sometime!

Don’t worry! I won’t throw him in the garbage! – like I always say, “there’s nothing sweeter than the sound of someone elses baby crying.”

Xoxo

J