To be crying at this

Load of nonsense. Didn't make me 'cry,' it just made me roll my eyes. 🙄

When I’m 80 I hope I’m in good health and exchanging some right rollicking filthy laughs with my grandchildren not being some ‘it was better in the past’ emotional drain. 🙄

And the bollocks during lockdown where memes urged you to relish the fact your kids weren’t in school, take the opportunity to slow down, spend quality time with them and make memories that would last a lifetime 🙄

Exactly. Or it's more that they don't get told that they were wrong not to enjoy cleaning up after messy small people at the time.

Oh good lord. This makes me want to throw up, sorry.

Other than a slight urge to vomit I'm with you.

I am in my fifties too, and miss the days when the DC were small sometimes. One has gone away to uni and I miss him. But I can't bear mawkishness.

Sentimental nonsense for people who found chicken soup for the soul too edgy.

I’m in my 40s and my best days are ahead of me.

They do. My youngest's nursery sent home a similar styled poem in homemade Father's Day cards last year.

https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/350014202301796377/

What's hard faced about being able to critically think about the content and quality of the writing?

It's tripe.

Wow theres a lot of hardfaced women on here.

I agree with you OP, made me cry and i'd give anything to have one day back.

Could be - because mine are a similar age and we’re close enough to the baby years to feel it’s gone fast, but they’re still young so we haven’t seen them grow up and move away yet.
There’s a reason that scene in Toy Story when he goes away to college is such a tear jerker!
You still see them as your baby, but it’s very clear that the years are passing.

I wonder if it's an age/ age of children thing? Mine are 17 and 14 so in 4 years they will both be adults, and poof it's gone so fast 😭( I know the buggers will keep turning up after that but still) There a new Sam Ryder song called ' Go steady' that I think is the theme of 'Parenthood' that puts a massive lump in my throat.
However that poem leaves me a bit cold! My mum is in her 70's and can't wait to get rid of us when we go and visit her but she's not averse to a bit of nostalgia despite not enjoying parenthood at the time or the reality of grandparenthood really.

You sound like you don't understand 'gendered subtext'.

Men never get told to live in the moment and appreciate the little things. Why is that?

You sound bitter. I took the intended message as enjoy living in the moment and appreciate the little things.

When I'm rushing through bedtime stories to my kids I often stop and remind myself to slow down because I'll miss it when they're older.

I think visiting a different age once a year would be a neat idea. Sort of "a change is as good as a rest."

Mother of newborn and toddler PastMe would adore a day in my 50s with full night's sleep and plenty of time and space to myself. 50sMe would enjoy a day with my babies.

But the post itself is mawkish and full of Women! Know Your Place! nonsense.

Yes, and it reminds me of that 'Welcome to Holland' shite that makes every parent I know who has a child with a disability want to drop-kick passersby.

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It actually made me fucking angry. It's ratifying that women should and can only be fulfilled through their children/husbands/domesticity. It's also deeply unrealistic. I'm nearly 70 and would not, I repeat not, want to re-live screaming kids and rushed mornings. There are other days I'd very much like to re-live - like the one in Naples with Angelo - but that's another story. I would like to hear my mother's voice again, but other than that it's sentimental crap. It was probably written by a man.

I agree. Cheap, sentimental shite.

Well, sentiment isn't cool on Mumsnet, and yes, it is mawkish, but it will resonate with many because this is a very standard human feeling. I quite often think I'd give a lot to go back to when my kids were little. It doesn't mean I don't also enjoy them as young adults - I do! But when they're small is such a special and short time.

When mine were little, we were often skint, properly skint, lived in a poky rented house, landlord was an arse, DH was out of work for a while, neither child slept well as babies, and yes, I clearly remember times when I felt desperate and times when I cried. Now I own my own house, we both have decent jobs we like, I have loads of free time, we go on holiday and are financially OK. And I'd still love to go back 15 years because even then I knew the children made it all worthwhile. Of course I'd love to hold them again, carry them to bed, read to them, pick them up from school, have dinner with them, go on a walk on a wet day and look for snails to rescue off the pavement, get woken up by them burrowing into bed with me, all of it. I loved it even when I hated it. And yes, of course it was the best thing I ever did.

So anyway, YANBU.

So naff! There is nothing in the world better than revelling in the wonderful people your adult children are, all their little and big successes. Why would you want to go back?

All that does is make me incredibly glad I never had children 🤣

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