At the same time, I know I have no idea what it's like to be a parent, and can't imagine how challenging it must be.
The challenge lies in the fact that children don't have an OFF button or a PAUSE button. You are continually responsible for these wilful demanding little creatures who have a mind of their own, but don't understand the bigger picture and don't want to fall in with YOUR entirely rational plans. And you start on the back foot - you're exhausted after giving birth, you endure month upon month of never sleeping more than 2-4 hours straight, going back to work is an exercise in torture as you're torn in two directions and always failing at both your career and parenting and then, just as things are starting to get a bit better, often baby number 2 arrives and the whole cycle starts again, only with a stroppy toddler thrown in for good measure.
So yesterday we saw a waterwheel while walking to an appointment. DS3 loves waterwheels. I let him stare at it, nose pressed against the fence, for 4 minutes. But then we had to leave to get to our appointment on time. Cue whining, downright refusal, tantrum and then eventually being bodily carried, all 15+ kg of him, until we made it around the corner and he started looking at the next thing. Looking at him, you'd probably have thought that he was an incredibly badly behaved child. Actually, my feelings as his parent are more mixed. I'm incredibly proud of the amazing interest he takes in everything he sees around him. Like many 3 year olds, he is fascinated by mechanical things and how they work and he is always asking questions about them. His misbehaviour stems from a place of being so interested in things that he can't bear to be dragged away but just wants to keep on exploring. But on the other hand, there is a time and a place and he needs to learn that. Also, I'm trying to balance caring for him and giving him opportunities to explore with my job, cleaning and housework, life admin and all the day-to-day shit that we all have to deal with. None of that stuff goes away when you become a parent - instead you just get an extra, 24/7 job with no pay and no holidays
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The first thing my DS shouts in the morning is "MUMMY!". Throughout the day, there's a constant stream of "Mummy, I hurt", "Mummy, want a snack", "Mummy, I sad", "Mummy, come play", "Mummy, let's go", "No Mummy, don't want that", "Mummy, playground". When he wakes in the middle of the night because he's ill (and vomited on the sheets), had a nightmare or is simply wide awake at 3am in the morning and wants to play, guess who he cries for. That's right, "MUMMY". So sometimes, when I'm not on form because I'm ill or exhausted myself, I let him watch programmes on my phone or on the Ipad so I can eat my lunch or finish my drink in peace (even, shock horror, in a cafe!), I sit on a bench and ignore him at the playground and I let 5 minutes turn into 15 or 20 minutes when I've given him notice that we're leaving.
If we've survived the day and achieved everything on our "to-do" list, that's a huge win for me, and I couldn't care less if some judgemental randomner thinks I'm a terrible parent because my son had a toddler tantrum in the park.