“Sleep now!” they said, cautioning that soon I’d be so exhausted, even my bones would feel tired. New parenthood was described as deeply frustrating and often, maddeningly mundane. Life with a newborn sounded more like going into battle than nurturing a new life.
“It’s the hardest thing you’ll ever do,” warned one mother. “But also the most rewarding,” reassured another.
Of course, the advice I received wasn’t all negative. The mums and dads who’d gone before me also made promises of overwhelming, all-consuming love; a love unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
And they were right. I’m not able to adequately put words around how I feel about my little boy.
But there was one thing that everyone failed to mention. And for me, it has been the defining aspect of parenthood.
That’s it. Everyone forgot to tell me that parenting is really good fun.
It’s fun and it’s funny. Parenting is smile-so-hard-it-hurts, laugh-out-loud, roll-on-the-floor, stitch-in-the-side funny. Since passing the hurdle of those achingly difficult first few weeks, I now smile and laugh more often than I have at any other time in my life.
Six months into being a mum, I’d argue that you can have more fun hanging out with a baby than doing just about anything else (besides, perhaps, the act that created them).