It gets harder
I thought when my babies were little and I was so tired that parenting was the hardest it could possibly ever be. I remember doing days of endless laundry, breastfeeding, nap times, and nighttime wakings. My mood was determined by whether or not both of my girls napped. And then the debate. Do we let the baby cry or go get her? She needs to learn to sleep, but I don't want to ruin her and give her trust issues if I don't go. I felt guilty about co-sleeping, felt lost at how to navigate my own depression. But I also remember sweet times. We played make believe and tea parties and dolls. I read princess books and Fancy Nancy, Pinkalicious, and children's story bibles. The days were so long, trying to keep them entertained. I took lots of walks. Walks to feed the ducks, walks to look at early Christmas lights, Halloween decorations, flowers. Anything and everything was an adventure. I remember constant clinging and trying to calm a fussy toddler and a crying baby while making...