We have been here, in America, for a year.
My babies have grown and changed so much.
I think I have too. I never imagined being a full time stay at home parent.
It’s hard. It’s exhausting. But it’s also amazing.
I get to see my babies grow and change. I see every new skill they develop, and particularly in the case of TT, I know it’s mostly down to me.
Don’t get me wrong, nursery is, and was, great for both of them, but I know I’m teaching her things directly.
There’s still guilt – I’m only human, and there are times when I’m grumpy, or tired, or just missing the company of other adults. Even earning my own money. But that last one lessens slightly. As I keep the house ticking over.
I’m still bad at housework. I still don’t always see what needs doing at a useful point. But that is improving too.
It’s learning what needs doing vs what can wait. And what I can insist the kids do.
As it’s also my job to teach them how to become adults. Fully capable adults who will know this stuff.
Yes, they are 6 and 2. But they already know how to empty the dishwasher (within reason) and where dirty clothes go.
They are capable of putting toys away. Even if TT at least gets them out again immediately 😂🤣😭
It’s been a hell of a year, but it’s been a good one.
Here’s to the next one.