Agree. Being a parent made me more tolerant and compassionate towards other adults. I now find it easier to imagine the child they once were, which makes it easier to be kind. |
The reality of the sandwich generation.
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Ha! I never thought changing diapers would be gross (I did a lot of babysitting) but I didn’t realize how much I’d talk about poop and toots every day and that it would be totally normal dinner conversation with my husband. Pre-kids we were people who did not pass gas in front of each other and did not ever mention pooping or scents coming from the bathroom or anything remotely like that. We just pretended none of that happened. Now suddenly it’s not verboten and I’m not actually sure how I feel about it. (When it’s dh’s turn to console a wailing toddler after bedtime and return her to bed he thinks it’s funny to tell her that mommy can’t come upstairs because her tummy hurts—“lots of poops! Bad poops!”—because he knows I’ll hear it over the monitor. ![]() |
How much help from others I would need.
I was always very independent and thought I could do it all by myself. |
That my whole concept of modesty and privacy would shift. Once you’ve had random strangers sticking their hands inside you while chatting about sports and news... you kind ogpf get over feeling self-conscious about nudity etc. |
I have forgiven my parents for so much because I realize how hard this parenting thing really is and how much they did for us. |
More humility about what teen moms/young moms go through and a hardline appreciation for postpartum counseling and support. |
This plus 1000 |
That everyone is just doing their best. I agree with forgiving my parents. They had 4 and handled their days better than I can with 2 sometimes. I get that they were tired, exhausted yet still helped with homework every night and read to us, took vacations with us, drove us to all of our events.
Wow. Just wow. |
It’s not as easy as “well, tell them not to do that”. And also you don’t know what someone is going through...
Mine has an eating issue (psychological related) and I’m constantly told “just don’t give her food” - Starving a child is called child abuse...we are working with a psychologist, dr and dietitian...its a lot more complex than “don’t let her eat the cupcake at the party” And like pp said - no two kids are the same. |
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?? I have kids and don’t understand the judgement towards those who don’t. I love my kids to death but there are other things in life that are as worthwhile. Some people don’t find having kids as the only only fulfillment in life. |
Eye roll +100 I have kids whom I love very much. But I have so much envy for some of my friends who are DINKs! I wouldn't trade my kids for their lives, but their lives do look very nice from the outside. I'm sure they still have lumps and worries and sticky spots too. But their lives are certainly worthwhile, just as much as mine. |
+1. I can also identify hay balers and combine harvesters now. |
I get that last point too. Before kids, all some of us have is our career and a lot of people let that define them. Once you have kids, you realize how narrow and shallow that career-oriented point of view can be; its like you've been given a secret brief peak into the meaning of life and though "the answer" slips away quickly, it leave a lasting impression that can change you. Your personal idea of the meaning of life shapes all of your priorities and decisions. |