Dear parents in my life,
You see, before I gave birth to my baby girl last year, I found your parenting ways to be a little, well, baffling at times, if I’m to be perfectly honest.
When you texted asking to meet me for breakfast at 8am so that your baby could be home for their morning nap, I have to admit, I raised my eyebrows before reluctantly setting my alarm for a rude 7:30am wake-up call. Yeah, I had no idea of the terrifying ordeal that is Nap Time.
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When you bailed on a friend’s gathering because you couldn’t locate your tantruming toddler’s favourite toy? I thought superiorly to myself that I would never let my future children become the boss of me.
When you left drinks at 10pm because you didn’t want to look after a kid hungover, I tsk tsked under my breath. Because how hard could cuddling a sweet, angel-faced baby all day be when you feel a bit dusty? Right…?
As a non-parent, I would eye-roll time and time again at the antics of you; the parents in my life. But since becoming sherpa mother to my lively little girl, I’ve realised the error of my ways: this raising a child stuff is bloody hard.