I'm 38 with 2 DDs, aged 9 and 11. Happily married to a kind and helpful husband, who does more than his fair share and we both work, but are perpetually skint.
I've always been told I'm a 'natural with children', and on the surface, you'd have thought those first 4 years of parenthood, we were living the dream, but underneath it all I was a crippling mass of anxiety, pnd and wine. And vodka. And more wine. I was utterly miserable - I had everything I'd ever thought I wanted (great husband, 2 healthy, happy daughters, our own home and a career I loved) and felt incredibly empty - just; "Is this it? Is this all there is?"
I got help and finally started to enjoy being a Mum. Just little glimpses of fun, here and there to begin with and then they got longer and more frequent as our DDs grew up and became a bit more independent and I had the space to breathe and to just 'be a Mum', rather than feeling like I was 'playing the role of being a Mum'.
They get on well 95% of the time, the other 5% is usually the younger one wanting to play with her big sister and being turned down, or a mixture of bossy vs. whingey. I'm glad we have girls, as I don't think DH or I would have the energy to keep up with the demands of 2 physical little boys (stereotyping, I know, but also true for most of my friends who have boys) - I'm definitely more talk, less action!
I have different relationships with both girls; elder DD - 11 is interested in everything and wants to talk to me for hours about whatever springs to mind - I love these chats and that's the reason I'm up so late tonight (well it IS the first day of her school holidays!) She loves to have this private, concentrated time, just the two of us.
Younger DD - 9 is my little shadow; she's bright and confident, but never happier than when she's with me, which makes me happy too - it certainly helps me to feel that I can't be too terrible a parent (these days!) She likes us to spend time doing something together, rather than just chatting and will always come with me on errands or just to pop to the post box or something, just to have those few minutes to herself with me.
These days being a Mum is wonderful - in the truest sense of the word. Watching and helping them to develop and become people I would choose to spend my time with, even if they weren't my daughters (although it might be a bit weird!) is fascinating.
So, the first 5 years or so were shite. Literally drove me to drink. The last year or so has been the most fun and rewarding so far, although the teenage years aren't far away so perhaps I'd better not count my chickens!
Thanks @beclev24, it's been good to stop and smell the roses.