The teenager is a breeze logistically. If I never made him another meal he wouldn't starve to death. If I didn't do his laundry, he'd find clean clothes to wear. He could virtually survive on his own if he had to. But here's the thing: I'm not done teaching him. It would be really easy to give him the least amount of attention because of said independence. But there is a lot of stuff to pay attention to now: girls. schoolwork. college options. girls. getting to know his friends. teaching him lifeskills. re-teaching him lifeskills. girls. I mean, a lot of stuff. And I cannot tune out right now. I never want to look back and wish I had said more, wish I had been more involved. I feel like I have about an arms-reach of talking left to do and he has about a finger-pinch of listening left. Gonna try to squeeze it in.
Look. One has his arm around her. The other is holding her hand. Smitten.
Then I have those two adorable school-aged rugrats. They're easy, man. I can still put them on my lap and fix most of their problems. I can reassure them, and they trust me. They still think I'm right about pretty much everything. They love to snuggle with me and watch a movie or read books. I monitor their homework, and make sure they're learning and volunteer at the school when I can. We go to the library and the pool and they're pretty stinking happy and secure.
And then I have a baby. And GOOD LORD. I am thankful for that baby. She brings more joy here than anything in a long time. But, if I'm being honest, she's a lot of work. She's at that stage where she's not mobile but she needs a lot of stimulation, so I'm kind of moving her around all day. Jumperoo, sit and play, Bumbo, tummy time, feedings, nap, feedings, Jumperoo. You get the picture. And she's a super awesome nighttime sleeper (12 - 14 hours most nights) but she's not a great napper -- probably two - three hours a day, so there's not a ton of downtime.
Add in working, managing the household, and all that entails, and trying to find a quiet moment for myself once in awhile...yeah. That plate is full, dude. Full of really really great stuff, but full nonetheless.
I'm no supermom. I'm no different than millions of other moms the world over. And I have the support of the kindest, most loving man on earth who is the best papa to his kids. And somehow, it all gets done. Every night I have this moment where I think, "Huh. I got it done today." And I will tomorrow, too.