I’ve heard lots if things about how having kids will change my life:
“Your life will never be the same. But it will be better!”
“It’s a ton of hard work, but it’s SO worth it!”
“Your body will hate you for it, but you really won’t care.”
“Kids keep you young at heart.”
“Having kids forces you to finally grow up.”
“Having kids ages your body.”
“They (kids) are constant entertainment.”
“You just never know what kind of kid you’re gonna get!”
I listen to all of these statements with a grain of salt. I’ve always figured I will take life as it’s thrown at me, and then form my own opinions.
Our child is still in the womb, and my first opinion has already formed:
Having kids teaches patience.
Even while trying to conceive, waiting the dreaded two-weak-wait….patience.
Waiting for the genetic test results…patience.
Is it a boy or a girl?…patience.
When am I going to feel her kick?…patience.
And now, how much longer till this baby finally comes already?…patience.
I’m glad, because we’re going to need to be experts in order to teach our daughter patience too.
I can hear Axl Rose whistling as I type this.