I’m fairly convinced that parenting gets easier (in some ways)

Does parenting get easier?

It feels like I’ve been having the conversation about whether parenting gets easier or not since my first baby was about six weeks old. The answer to this question was a preoccupation of mine from that moment on right through the toddler years and into the preschool years. At each stage, there I was, frantically asking, “Does parenting get easier? Does it?”

Here are some of the answers I was given:

“Little kids, little problems.”

“Easier? It gets so much harder!”

“Newborns are easy, trust me.”

Not helpful, right? And, as I have come to learn, not entirely accurate either.

I think that anyone who thinks that parenting only gets harder has forgotten about the relentless, mindless exhaustion of early childhood. The visceral feeling of knowing that you cannot possibly go on for a single other day, and the gut-grabbing punch of having to do it anyway.

My first kid didn’t sleep through the night for seven years. I was the mother of three little kids, had a full time corporate job in the city and I didn’t get more than three or four proper hours of rest in a row for seven years. How does anyone even get through that?

I remember, young mums, I remember.

I remember how tiring it was to have to do all the socks and all the shoes and all the jackets and all the seat beat buckling in. How most days you’d rather take the tick-tock loneliness of staying at home, rather than go though the whole leaving the house routine. And the sensation of being ‘all touched out’ because you hadn’t spent more than a minute that day without a small person wrapped around you.

I remember how much I ached for conversation as I sat there watching Peppa Pig make fun of Mummy and Daddy Pig for the eleventy-billionth time and feeling oddly hurt. How much I love dancing, but not to The Wiggles, not again. I remember how I used to walk over to my sister’s house with the double-wide pram almost daily, because the 5 km walk gave me something to do and somewhere to be. Half the time the baby would be crying so I’d need to pick her up, the toddler would insist on walking and I’d end up pushing an empty pram along with my one free elbow, getting overtaken by snails.

“You’ve got your hands full there!”… and my legs, and arms and my goddamn brain too.

Then my kids grew and, yes, their problems grew with them. I swapped worrying about their health and growth and development for worrying about their happiness, education and future. The old adage is true, you are only as happy as your least happy child.


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More mess, less burden

There’s more mess and admin and washing times infinity. My youngest only recently decided that she’d stay in her own bed all night to a chorus of Hallelujah. All three still haven’t learned how to say please or thank you and I’m still wondering why they all think they can step over the towel on the floor rather than pick it up, but… it’s not harder.

I spent a decade plus toiling under rocks to create little humans who could be their own rock. Their bigger problems are just that: their problems. I’m here to listen and guide and soothe and advise, but ultimately they are big enough now to take responsibility for themselves. I still feel every hurt and bump and heartache, but the burden of fixing has been shifted onto my children’s mostly-somewhat-capable shoulders. Oh, the relief to be able to share the load.

The power of rest

I’m rested. I have my own life going on. I go grocery shopping alone, I have hobbies, I don’t feel guilty for being a working mother any more. I’m years into this gig so I’m basically just better at being a mum, better at being a human.


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I feel like I’ve done the work when my kids were little and now we can face challenges together. Besides, life’s hurdles seem so much more manageable on a full night’s sleep. The kids might frustrate me 10x more than they ever did as little kids, but if I need a break, I can just say, “I need a break, go find something else to do” and they go.

They go.

We have some sobbing fights because my eldest two are teenagers (well, one is almost a teen). There is no doubt that teenagers are bloody awful. They’re mean and spiteful and arrogant AF. They have no interest in family, only in themselves. They won’t do a darn thing you ask them to do and instead insist on doing stupid things they have no business doing. Parenting teens is frustrating beyond belief and you feel utterly defeated: all these years, for this?

It ain’t easy, it’s just not harder

I’m not saying that parenting in the tweens and teens is easy. God no, it’s not. What I’m saying is simply that it’s not harder than the younger years. That we are not being fair when we dismiss the enormous difficulties that new mums and mums of young kids are facing.

Older kids tie their own shoelaces, get their own drinks, buckle their own seat belts and even occasionally make the family dinner. They don’t hang off you all day every day – you can go places without them and they really don’t care. And every now and then you get a glimpse of what all your hard work has been about:

“Mum, do you think Peppa Pig’s parents are quite unrealistic?” Arabella asked me just the other day.

Did she notice the sun coming out from behind a cloud as she said it? Because it did. I thought of all those lonely episodes of Peppa Pig all those years ago and that sun was positively beaming.

Do you think it’s easier now the kids are older?

 

Maxabella

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Bron is the founder of Mumlyfe and is so happy to welcome you here.

Bron has been writing in the Australian parenting space as Maxabella for more than seven years and is mum to three mostly happy kids and wife to one mostly happy husband. Mostly happy is a win, right?

4 Comments
  1. My mum wasn’t much into toddlers and I think I took after her. I adored my babies, but found toddlers haaaaard work. Cute, but relentless. We still have issues, often big ones, but how good is to be able to explain to them and for them to understand. Bliss. And whoa, the sleep thing. So important to me.

  2. Oh my gosh thank you! I’m in the thick of it at the moment (18mths, 4 & 7) and I can’t even remember the last time I slept properly. I’m tired, so so tired, and I’m emotionally, physically and mentally drained. I’m desperately hoping it gets easier. Please let it get easier!!

    Yes this stage is precious, yes they grow so fast, yes I will miss those midnight cuddles and heartwarming first “I love you’s“ but oh how I need sleep.

    I do wonder whether the people who say it gets harder not easier maybe got more sleep in those early years. That’s the only explanation I have for it.

    1. They MUST have. And they must forget what it’s like to never get to be ANYWHERE without a child attached to you. All the things. You’ll be out of the weeds soon, Shell, hang in there.

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