That I have enough stretch marks to play backgammon on my stomach doesn’t bother me very much. Nor did labour, breastfeeding, the sleepless nights and all the other uncomfortable things that come along with having babies. Looking back at those days, I can say that they were very hectic, but that I did enjoy them quite a lot. Seeing a human being developing from a helpless 2 kilo baby into a walking and laughing child is such a great experience. Just as sensing a love inside you that you never knew before.
Now that all four are out of diapers and outspoken little individuals, parenting is a completely different cup of tea. It doesn’t take as much from you physically, but on the other side… There are just so many more decisions to make. Can they have sugar coated cornflakes, or do I force feed porridge? Watch Pokemon or not? What is an acceptable amount of time behind the computer? Which schools should they go to, are they old enough to do the dishes, how much pocket money should I give them? And then there are so many other considerations that need to be taken into account. What also strikes me is how much my behaviour influences theirs. As soon as I’m grumpy, they turn into little monsters! And when I’m happy, they’re fine. I find that a bit troublesome. And then there’s always the burden of keeping them happy, healthy, well fed and behaved and properly dressed.
Especially when I haven’t slept enough and distracted with other things, it can just be too much. It feels like something in my head is about to snap and the only way out would be getting on a plane to Iceland to join the rest of world’s overestimated responsible people. And see the hot springs of course. Thankfully, those moments never last too long. And there are always simple, wonderful times with the children that completely make up for it. Like when I drove them to school last Tuesday:
The boys really like math and they were challenging each other with problems. It started out with the simple 15 plus 2 type of questions, only to get really difficult after a while. Julian asked: What is 100 times 1000 times 3 times google? All were thinking for a while and then Eva answered “4”. “Oh, that was close!”, said Julian. Then I asked Aaron how much 87 plus 69 was. He took his time, counting on his fingers, saying some numbers out loud and when I was about to help him he said “I can do it, it’s 156!” I felt this pang of pride going through my spine. And such a relief that at least I wasn’t responsible for his education but could just enjoy him developing into such a smart boy. Then Julian came up with the last question. “What is toilet times toilet?” This time, even I was thinking. Was the answer 2 toilets, and what is a toilet in the power of two? None of us knew! But Julian said: “It’s toilet, because 1 times 1 is 1, so toilet times toilet is toilet!”. They all burst into laughing. I was just thinking that I should have paid better attention with applied maths.
I can’t really think of a one liner when it comes to parenthood. Just that I never want to stop enjoying it. And that I’ll do my best to seize all the moments that make it so special.