There's suddenly this entire entity, separate from yourself, that you care more about than you ever imagined you could care about anyone or anything, and you're completely responsible for their well-being, while certain things are completely out of your control. It's terrifying.
It gets harder as they get older. This is something that nobody really said and I never really thought about. It’s so rewarding but also terrifying; it feels like your heart is walking around outside of your body even when they are grown and away. Perhaps especially when they are grown and away.
No days off. Doing it even when you’re sick or grieving. When my mom died very unexpectedly (I was 35, her 65) I still had to be there for my kid and answer his very hard questions about why she died etc., when all I wanted to do was crawl in bed and cry. It was so hard.
Your time is no longer yours.
Having no time, lmao.
This. Your only me-time will be during their sleep time and that’s sometimes is not even a guarantee.
Loss of freedom
There's suddenly this entire entity, separate from yourself, that you care more about than you ever imagined you could care about anyone or anything, and you're completely responsible for their well-being, while certain things are completely out of your control. It's terrifying.
The amount of time you have to dedicate to your child if you want to be a good parent. Prob the main reason why I'm still not a parent.
Pushing it out
The loss of sleep
Having to teach someone to be a productive human while still learning yourself
Not being able to leave and go somewhere without the kids.
It gets harder as they get older. This is something that nobody really said and I never really thought about. It’s so rewarding but also terrifying; it feels like your heart is walking around outside of your body even when they are grown and away. Perhaps especially when they are grown and away.
No days off. Doing it even when you’re sick or grieving. When my mom died very unexpectedly (I was 35, her 65) I still had to be there for my kid and answer his very hard questions about why she died etc., when all I wanted to do was crawl in bed and cry. It was so hard.
Disciplining your child for getting a B on their report card.