When I first got pregnant, I worried about three things:
– One: How much pain are we talking about?
– Two: What will I feed them since I don’t cook?
– Three: How will I handle the teen years?
The answers were “quite a bit,” “pasta and then you’ll learn more,” and “quite easily.” Maybe my kids are different, or maybe we’re not quite there yet (they’re 12 and 15) but my boys are still really sweet.
Yes, they leave their socks around the house (what’s with that?); yes, they wait till the last minute to do their homework (I usually have to spin my head like in The Exorcist to help them get to it); and yes, they eat constantly. But overall, they’re good boys – smart, wise, resourceful. They’re my IT department, my sages, my little loves. They take part in family meetings and decisions, help with dinner, do their chores (with a bit of reminding), and get really good grades in school.
So if you’re wondering, “Should I take the plunge?” my answer would be an emphatic yes. Look out for the socks though.