If you ask a childless couple what they have planned for Valentine’s Day, it’s likely it will elicit a romantic response. Ask the same question to a couple with young children and it’s likely they will laugh. Valentine’s Day is right around the corner, and many happy romantics will be celebrating. Whilst I have never been one to set aside the 14th of February to show my love for my partner, I would love a night of romance.
It’s a familiar script – kids kill romance! Countless studies have found that marital intimacy declines significantly after the arrival of the first baby. Having a baby is one of the biggest adjustments a couple can experience. Literally overnight, life alters for the long haul. For me, romance involves the following: spontaneity, freedom and uninterrupted conversation, and children provide the perfect barriers to all of these.
BC (before children) my partner and I shared many romantic experiences. Strolling hand in hand through the old town of Dubrovnik was pretty romantic; as was a long weekend in the Hunter Valley, sipping wine all day and indulging in great food. We had many romantic strolls after dinner through the streets near our inner city pad; and I count sleeping under the stars at Cradle Mountain up there with our most romantic BC experiences. But perhaps the most romantic of all were spontaneous Sundays. We would take a drive out of town, with nothing more than our passion and our conversation. Those were the days of the humble street directory and I was his co-pilot, directing us the old fashioned way, with no time-table or constraints.
In the early days of parenthood, romance for me, was replaced by a unity and euphoria that far outweighed a leisurely drive on a Sunday. It was us, our baby, and our love cocoon. I have never felt love and passion stronger than in those early days of becoming a parent.