Oh also, I thought it would be great fun to be a parent because I think I thought it would be like having loads of kids to play with
I somehow managed to miss that I had to be the boring sensible one
oh, and also that playing magically becomes boring as fuck once you're actually grown up.
But seriously, I thought that I could effortlessly be the fun parent who had this amazing relationship with my kids and it took me an embarrassingly long time to understand that you actually have to put a significant amount of energy into a very different role, one that's stable and in charge and confident, to even come close to being "the fun parent". I rarely ever have the energy.
A sad one actually - I thought that whoever the dad was didn't matter very much because dads don't really have much of an influence on their DC and if he wasn't supportive of me I would just go off and be a single parent on my own. I did fine with that, and I would have absolutely been fine if it was as simple as that but I was heartbroken to discover just how much of an impact a crap dad does have on DC, whether it's by their presence or their absence. How difficult it would be to deal with behaviour/mannerisms of DC which remind you of their dad who yuou don't necessarily have an abundance of pleasant memories of. How fucking tedious and constraining the ex can make things if they have the will to. How difficult and painful it is to try and explain to DC why their dad isn't around, why they have siblings they have never met/don't remember, and a host of other lovely things. I have done a complete 180 on this one. The choice of father is the single most important decision you will make. If you've already made it and feel you've fucked up, welcome to the club, I'm not judging! And it's not like you can't make it work even if their dad is crap. But if I could name one single decision that you don't want to get wrong if you can help it, it's that one.