For the last thirty hours Jimmy and I were taking care of his nieces and nephew. That’s a six month old, three year old, and a six year old. If you saw a couple running through the ECU tailgating scene with two kids and panicked looks on their faces that was us. Isabella, the baby, wasn’t a football fan. However, once we got to the playground everyone was all smiles.
Watching the kids was fun, exhausting, and a total learning experience. Packing for an outing was like what we pack for a weekend!
I love kids, and I was a nanny for many years, so I have experience with kids for short periods of time (6-8 hours). Thirty hours is a whole different game.
Taking care of the three kids made me think about my own mother, who raised my two sisters and I. Last night, as I rocked crying Isabella to sleep, I listened to Jimmy bathing the other two children downstairs. I could hear them splashing and laughing. Jimmy created some game that involved the “shower monster.” Even with the baby crying it was nice. We were partners, a team, even in separate rooms. I thought about how my mom didn’t have that, and I wondered, how in the hell did she do it?
For the entire time we were with the kids, Jimmy and I were team players. I’ll change the diaper, while you watch them ride bikes? You make the bottle, while I stop the three year old from running with scissors? You wipe his nose, and I’ll rock the baby.
I could NOT imagine being a single parent. They are superhuman.
I’m so grateful to know when we do decide to have kids (several years from now) I will have a partner, a teammate. Because it takes a village!