It’s impossible to appreciate just how easy a single child is until you have more than one. Last night, Lily and Ben slept at my mom’s house for the night, leaving Jeff and I with only Evan for the night and following morning. Over the past three and a half years, I’d totally forgotten what it was like to have a one on one ratio, or even (gasp) a two on one. It was peaceful and eerily quiet. And a welcome break.
I made me question what on earth I thought was so hard about life when I only had Lily?
Her early days are a blur of exhaustion. Why exactly was I so tired? There was a time period when she was an infant that I needed to pick Jeff up at the subway. I remember being so inconvenienced having to bundle her up and buckle her in to make the 15 minute drive. Taking a single child on an outing now is a pleasure cruise.
It’s impossible to share this information with people until they, too, understand from experience. It sounds condescending and insulting to tell new parents how easy they may one day think their overwhelming days are, and if they never have more than one, they will never understand. As I never would have before. You just can’t. One kid is hard. Until there are more.
It makes me wonder if my friends with four and five kids look at me and long for the easy days. If they roll their eyes at the sense of overwhelming chaos I feel. If my days are a simple walk in the park compared to what they deal with. Probably.
But, I’ll just take their word for it. This is nuts enough for me.