I was chatting with a friend the other day when she asked how I was finding life with three children.
I smiled and told her I was doing things differently this time around and taking the chance to really enjoy these moments with my third little girl.
In the back of my mind I am realising that every first for my baby girl will also be the last for me.
So instead of wishing away the late night feeds and wakings, I am learning to enjoy them; instead of looking ahead to the next milestone, I am appreciating what is right here in front of me; instead of doing what the parenting books say, I am going with what feels right; instead of worrying about every little thing, I’m letting some things slide because I know these moments are all too fleeting and will soon pass.
It’s amazing how much I have changed as a parent over the past 10 years.
With my first, I was always looking ahead, so excited and ready to experience the next milestone as my baby grew and I watched with pure amazement.
With my second, life was full and I felt content as I juggled two children and my career. I don’t believe I missed out on any milestones, but there was always an underlying feeling of being rushed with no time to stop and truly enjoy what was going on around me.
With my third, and no longer working, I feel like I finally have time to breathe. I know that this baby will be my last and, as corny and cliche as it sounds, I really am trying to savour every moment.
This will be the final time I get to experience these baby stages and all the sights, sounds and smells that go with them will just be memories one day so I want to make sure I have plenty of them.
Has your parenting change over time? What have you learned about parenting the second, third, fourth time around?