Having kids is wonderful when it’s not the most tiring, life-changing thing you can do to yourself – and even then you only remember the wonderful bits. When your child smiles at you for the first time and it isn’t a build up of gas… wonderful. When your child says “dada” not as part of a string of completely random sounds… wonderful. When your child laughs at you for doing something only they would laugh at… wonderful.
As I said, it’s not always wonderful. Waking up four times a night… not wonderful. Standing in a stress position to hold the hands of a tiny child trying to walk… not wonderful (but also wonderful). Constantly tidying things that are never actually tidy… not wonderful.
But if there’s one thing that sums up having young children it’s this: It’s 4pm on a Saturday. Essentially the evening if you’re a parent. It’s a little too early for dinner, but you at least know that that’s soon and then after that bed time isn’t far off. The sweet release of bed time. Anyway, you see a crumb of chocolate just sat in a crevice of your shirt. Given that dinner, as established is still some minutes away, you fancy a small snack. Yum! Chocolate. But you’ve forgotten, just for a split-second, that you have a baby.