The thing about being a parent that no one can prepare you for is the huge gap between what you believe you are capable of, and what you actually are capable of. And that gap is sizable, I might add.
I never thought I would be able to handle the exhaustion of the colicky newborn days. I thought for sure that I would crack. Alas, I am still standing.
I never thought I would be able to breastfeed very long. I thought that maybe I would be able to nurse for six months or so, but here I am, miles away from weaning, well past Dax’s second birthday.
The terrible twos began sometime around his first birthday. And we’re knee deep in them and still getting through each day.
And tonight, he pooped in the bath and I didn’t throw up.
I didn’t know my own strength. It’s a miracle, people.