You Can Never Be Prepared

There is no way to be prepared for parenting. I don’t care how many times you babysat, how many cousins, nieces, and nephews you have you will never be ready for what lies ahead. You might think you are. I promise you, you aren’t.

I have pretty good kids. Most days I don’t want to sell them and if you compare my kids to some crazy stories I’ve heard about other people’s children I say a silent prayer thanking God it’s not us. But I’ve got to tell you, no one can fray my last nerve like my kids. The bickering between the two of them has reached new heights. The sound of them going back and forth at each other makes me want to cover my ears and cringe in pain. Yes, it’s painful to listen to them like that. What happened to nice conversation?

And what’s with every time I say something the response back is the exact opposite? And why has every word grown into five syllable rope I want to hang myself with? What happened to those cute little babies with bald heads, big eyes soaking in everything around them, chubby cheeks I would nibble on. Oh, how I miss those cheeks. Now, God forbid you even try to touch these two. You’d think I had leprosy. Which maybe I will get so they will stay away from me and things will be quiet again. Quiet…I miss quiet. Have you seen her?

It’s hard to be a parent and I wasn’t prepared for this journey. There wasn’t an instruction manual taped to their backs on the way out of the birthing canal. (Wouldn’t that be a neat trick?) It’s actually easier to write novels and believe me, that’s no easy feat either. I’ve wanted to pull my hair out many times while trying to make my 13 year old characters do things on the page. Are you noticing a pattern here?

I don’t know what’s coming down the road ahead for us. I don’t even know what’s going to happen in the next five minutes. It’s like hiking through a blizzard at night wearing flip flops. I know I’m not prepared for the next step in the parenting journey, but I tell you this much. I won’t quit.


One thought on “You Can Never Be Prepared

  1. Hi Stacey,

    A friend once told me you get more instructions with a vacuum cleaner. That’s compared to leaving the hospital with a new baby, lol. I’m blessed too. And at least my older guy doesn’t act like I have something contagious–he even hugs me for no reason! Then there’s that younger one…

    Funny. Now that mine are teens I am seeing how I blinked and they grew up. Never thought I’d miss those little boys either, but I do. (Get teary-eyed every time I think about it lately–flippin’ hormones!

    Nice post. Keep writing 😉

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