Parenthood is the most wonderful, amazing, and beautiful experience in the world.
You don't know what you're getting yourself into.
I didn't like either one of these answers. The first seemed to mean that I was supposed to love every second of fatherhood and life would be filled with rainbows and unicorns. The second answer meant that I was going to destroy my life and everyone's around me and that I couldn't handle what was in store for me.
A year into parenthood I'm here to say what I have heard very few people say - both statements are correct.
I'm going to start by addressing the second statement. I have had some conversations with people where we have said the unthinkable - What have I done??? Why did I do this??? Can't I return my kids for one with an off switch??? I feel like parents are taught that it's shameful to think this. Several friends I have and almost all the bloggers I follow have gone through tough, expensive and sometimes extreme measures to have a child - adoption, surrogacy, fertility treatments, miscarriages, flying back and forth to India, and more - and have sworn that they will never take one minute of parenthood for granted. I swore the same thing.
However, last week this lofty promise was broken. My kids were back to (usually) waking up once a night (sometimes twice) and then they would always wake up between 4:30 and 5:00 a.m. for a bottle which didn't make me a happy daddy. Aaron has started throwing tantrums. Jeff steals every toy Aaron has. Neither one of them likes milk from sippy cups. They won't give up their pacifiers for naps.
I lost my one and only copy of my car key and with a 15 year old car it's not easy to replace the key. Tax season was upon us and taxes are always stressful. This week my car wouldn't start thanks to a dead battery and of course it was a day I needed my car to get to the suburbs.
Add to this the fact that at work my department went from five interpreters to three about two months ago and the three of us left have been overwhelmed. Plus last week the universe decided to give me tough interpreting situations filled with unfit mothers, violent sexual offenders and terminally ill patients.
Top that off with the fact that I have friends I haven't seen or talked to in a long time and almost no social life.
With all of that going on I felt like I had given up my career, my friends and my life and was doomed to an eternity of 5:00 a.m. feedings, an overwhelming work schedule for the little bit I worked and wanting to pass out on the couch before 9:00 p.m. after listening to 12 hours of crying in stereo.
Yes, parenthood is messy. It's exhausting. It's filled with screams, poop, sleepless nights, drool, spit up, pee, worry, wasted food, endless laundry, endless dishes, fights to put on a diaper, fights to take off a diaper, fights to get kids to eat, fights to get kids not to eat, and the list goes on and on and on and on. And do I like it? No, not always. It's not what I dreamed fatherhood would be. It's nearly impossible to describe how children affect your career, your social life, your physical well being, your state of mind, your finances, your relationships, etc. It's hard. People who have forgotten what it's like to live with an infant or toddler (or two!) may say they can't believe I would say such a thing. But I bet most of you new parents out there are secretly agreeing with what I'm saying. Parenthood isn't always fun.
(Here's comes the part that people expect parents to say.)
When you say the word "spin" Aaron spins around once or twice with a smile on his face and Jeff spins until he is dizzy, giggles, and falls down. Aaron knows the sign for shoes and can bring me his shoes if I ask for them. Jeff recently showed me he learned the sign for about five different animals. I see the beginning of language emerging. As someone who works with language, sees the power of language, loves languages, and keeps considering getting my masters in linguistics to study language acquisition I am amazed by what is happening now. Words can't describe how thrilled I am to watch communication develop. I was happy to see my boys roll over, sit up, crawl, and walk. Don't get me wrong; those were amazing milestones. But language allows me to know my children, know their thoughts, feelings, hopes and dreams. Language is such a powerful tool and as it begins to develop in my children I do believe that, like people told me, parenthood is the most wonderful, amazing and beautiful experience in the world.