Every Wednesday I take my daughter to scouts. After scouts we take an unnecessarily long way home, playing music we like at each other and chatting. It’s a highlight of my week too.
My youngest and I have been on our own since she was 8 months old. She’s now 11. She has two older siblings and 4 nieces and nephews. She went to spend last summer with her sister and family and asked to stay through the next summer. That was July 16th 2023. Hardest decision I’ve made yet. But I couldn’t find a reason to say no that wasn’t selfish or self serving. She needed this time. Her mother hasn’t been in her life and her 27 year old sister is the “mother figure” she clung to.
She will be home in a few weeks.
It’s the moments like these I miss the most. Watching them in real-time discover themselves.
Anyway, y’all just take every fucking chance you get to sit still in moments like these. Enjoy them.
I miss those days.
But children must become teenagers.
Nasty, ignorant, disrespectful teenagers.
Otherwise, we’d never let them leave and become adults.
Fun to joke about but activities with my teens are still my highlights. They don’t have to be the stereotype.
The real problem is their increasing absences, their approaching independence. It’s really frustrating fostering their independence, pulling back from taking care of them, dreading their impending “graduation” into adulthood.
On the other hand at my performance review, my manager spent most of the time encouraging to get back into dating now that kids are gradually leaving, trying to give me tips and encouragement, so I got that going for me
You’re right.
I’ve got a pretty wide spread on my kids (step & bio). One in college, 3 teens and a ten year old.
Every phase has its ups and downs. Some days I wish the teenagers wanted to involve us more, and other days I wish the ten year old would just give me some space! 😂
Yooo… ever since having my first child, my daughter, it feels like time is fkin flying. Every single day at work I’m thinking to myself… I want to be home with my family, I need to find a way out of wage slavery.
After my son was born I would get up in the morning, usually before he and wife were awake, go to work. When I got home from work I would be lucky to see him for an hour before my wife put him to bed. Hardly ever saw him.
Then the pandemic happened, he just turned two at the time. I was then told to work from home. It was brilliant. I got to spend so much time with my son. I still work from home now but he’s at school these days.
The pandemic was not kind to a lot of people but for me personally I have great memories because of it.
Similar for me. I got let go from a good job right before the pandemic. Got some unemployment, then it kept getting extended because of the pandemic.
Got to spend everyday with my boy, and used the time to start my own business and things have never been better. It starts ripping by fast, though.
I always think, there was a time when my dad lifted me up and neither of us knew it was for the last time.
Sometimes I don’t want to do kid stuff, don’t have the energy or whatever. I try to picture myself 80 years old, gone back in time for one day with my young family, always give me the energy to keep it up.
Yeah that’s exactly it. Sometimes I don’t want to do family stuff. My wife plans things like going to the beach which I really don’t like but I keep thinking about the memories both me and my son will get. My dad hardly did anything with me, I want to make sure I’m giving my son good memories.
Damn, this is about the same scenario with me. But after being laid off in my last role, which was remote, I got stuck into a role where I have to be on-site. I’m still applying to remote roles, I can’t settle for on-site work especially when 90% of my work can all be done through PC/Internet access.
As a childless Millennial, nothing sounds weirder to me than to hear someone speak like a Zoomer and mention having a child in the same sentence. In my eyes, y’all are still teenagers.
Adulting is hard 😑 didn’t exactly help I emigrated to my spouse’s home country, we had our child, I (finally) got my career properly going, and we bought a house, all in a span of two years. But, even without all that, adulting would be a lot. Up until I started actually feeling like an adult, I wanna say somewhere in my 30s, it usually seemed like adults had their shit together. Either life used to be somewhat easier, or part of adulting is getting really good at pretending you have your shit together…
