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Things you've learned as a parent...

Well, I can see this thread is full of fathers, so y'all may have a different take, but I've learned the absolute most annoying word is, "mommy"

As in:
"mommy, I'm bored"
"mommy, I'm hungry"
"mommy, watch this"
"mommy, mommy, mommy"
etc, etc
Oh, yeah. This one grinds my gears for sure (opposite gender, of course).

"Daddy?"
"Yes, son?"
"Daddy, I picked a flower."
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Daddy, it was blue."
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Daddy, can you hold it?"
"Sure"
"Daddy?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH. STOP SAYING DADDY!!! I'M RIGHT HERE, LOOKING DIRECTLY INTO YOUR EYES. YOU HAVE MY ATTENTION, I PROMISE!!!!
"Waaaaaaaaaaa!"
 
Re: Things you've learned as a parent...

it's ok to let them cry. it will eventually come to an end. they get tired. close a door or two, turn up the tv, or find headphones. :)
It can sometimes take an hour, which is really exhausting—both physically and mentally. But at the end of the day, when the little one looks up and says, "I love you, Mom," all the frustration and stress just melt away. Those moments of pure love and connection really make it all worth it. I’ve learned that it’s crucial to find shortcuts where possible to make things a little easier on yourself. Shopping with the kiddo, for example, can be a real challenge, especially when they’re tired or not in the mood to sit in the cart for long periods. But I’ve found that target customer service is always there for me, whether it’s helping me find specific items, checking stock, or even guiding me through their app for quicker shopping. It’s been a lifesaver, especially when I’m trying to get in and out of the store as quickly as possible.
 
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It can sometimes take an hour, which is really exhausting—both physically and mentally. But at the end of the day, when the little one looks up and says, "I love you, Mom," all the frustration, and stress just melt away.
Heh. Reminds me of the story my parents tell about when I was a baby/toddler. They would mention to people that I cried a lot, and invariably get the advice, "oh, you just need to let him cry it out and then he'll be fine." So they'd ask how long that should take, and the answer would usually something like, "oh, it might take a while - it could be up to an hour!" at which point my parents would tell them that they had tried to let me cry it out several times but had cut those experiments off after 4-5 hours each time.

When I would go back home to visit during college, the ladies at the nursery would still tell stories about how I would scream, continuously, at the top of my lungs for the entire 90 minutes while my parents went to church.

When my mom tried to wash my nasty, rattty blanket one time, I screamed so hard that she was genuinely worried for my safety, so she pulled out the wet, soapy blanket, cut it in half, and forevermore washed it in pieces.

Mom says I slept for nearly a 7-hour stretch when I was just two weeks old, so they thought they were onto something good. The next time I slept more than 7 hours in a row, I was 4 years old.

But no - have kids! I'm sure it will be great..... :)
 
The number one thing I learned is it does take a village. The help came from mysterious places but without that help it would have been very hard to get through it all and have the kids turn out as well as they did.
 
Oh, yeah. This one grinds my gears for sure (opposite gender, of course).

"Daddy?"
"Yes, son?"
"Daddy, I picked a flower."
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Daddy, it was blue."
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Daddy, can you hold it?"
"Sure"
"Daddy?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH. STOP SAYING DADDY!!! I'M RIGHT HERE, LOOKING DIRECTLY INTO YOUR EYES. YOU HAVE MY ATTENTION, I PROMISE!!!!
"Waaaaaaaaaaa!"
I predict this in my future. Sigh
 
Yeah, but you get to do Dad jokes too though:
"Dad, I'm hungry"
"Hi hungry, I'm Dad"
My daughter hates that! She’s 5, and she already has the exaggerated eye roll down to a T!


Here’s the thing, you’re going to experience so many things that absolutely annoy you at the time they’re happening. A few months after they’ve stopped, you look back on them not with fondness of the acts but of recognizing how your child has changed and is still growing/changing.
 
My daughter hates that! She’s 5, and she already has the exaggerated eye roll down to a T!


Here’s the thing, you’re going to experience so many things that absolutely annoy you at the time they’re happening. A few months after they’ve stopped, you look back on them not with fondness of the acts but of recognizing how your child has changed and is still growing/changing.
Yeah I think the people who say “you’ll miss when they’re no longer little” forget how much mental torture they suffered in comparison to the cute moments. Don’t get me wrong, I love my 5-year-old daughter and 3-year-old son to death, and wouldn’t trade them for all the meme coins in the world, but…my daughter is almost to the “easy” stage, where she’s self-sufficient with most things, minus the tantrums, and god as my witness, it can’t come a moment too soon. Grow motherfuckers, grow.
 
Yeah I think the people who say “you’ll miss when they’re no longer little” forget how much mental torture they suffered in comparison to the cute moments. Don’t get me wrong, I love my 5-year-old daughter and 3-year-old son to death, and wouldn’t trade them for all the meme coins in the world, but…my daughter is almost to the “easy” stage, where she’s self-sufficient with most things, minus the tantrums, and god as my witness, it can’t come a moment too soon. Grow motherfuckers, grow.
It's coming - mine are 5 and 7 (18 months apart) and oh my goodness, what a difference from even 6 months ago. As far as I know, my son (7) sleeps in his clothes, because he is ready to walk out the door to school every morning....all on his own.

Bliss.
 
Yeah I think the people who say “you’ll miss when they’re no longer little” forget how much mental torture they suffered in comparison to the cute moments. Don’t get me wrong, I love my 5-year-old daughter and 3-year-old son to death, and wouldn’t trade them for all the meme coins in the world, but…my daughter is almost to the “easy” stage, where she’s self-sufficient with most things, minus the tantrums, and god as my witness, it can’t come a moment too soon. Grow motherfuckers, grow.
Sorry but I never found the "turture" of being a parent of a young one to be torture in the least. Yeah, there are moments but overall the pros outweighed the cons 10x1. Do NOT wish the time away at any age because you cannot get it back.
 
Sorry but I never found the "turture" of being a parent of a young one to be torture in the least. Yeah, there are moments but overall the pros outweighed the cons 10x1. Do NOT wish the time away at any age because you cannot get it back.
Agree to disagree, man. I’m not trying to say I want my kids to already be asshole teenagers or older. Fuck no. My wife and I watch our kids 24/7. No grandparents, no friends. Nobody. There is no village for us. I see their growth everyday, and I tell myself I did that. My wife and I. But I already am so thankful they’re out of diapers. Don’t miss that stage at all. I love the memories I have of them being younger and in diapers, but I’m glad they’re memories. I love that they’re young and innocent and sweet now, and I know I have the most control over them ever in their lives right in this moment. I mean the most to them right now, because I’m basically all they know.
I had a coworker once tell me when my kids were 2 and 6 months that she’d rather deal with my kids than hers (then 5 and 3). I told her that’s bullshit, not 1) because of the bullshit diapers but 2) her motherfuckers could voice what they needed without having to guess 16 times what the screaming of an 18-month-old meant. Now that I have the 5-year-old and 3-year-old, I 100% stand by that old statement now more than ever. 7 and 5, like Lynah said, the perfect sweet spot of innocence/sweetness/inadvertent hilarity while being able to brush their own teeth and wipe their own ass? I don’t want to fast-forward time, but I also can say with certainty I won’t miss wiping ass and brushing teeth.
 
It's coming - mine are 5 and 7 (18 months apart) and oh my goodness, what a difference from even 6 months ago. As far as I know, my son (7) sleeps in his clothes, because he is ready to walk out the door to school every morning....all on his own.

Bliss.
IIRC, you had your first about the same age as I'm having my first. So going to probably experience a lot of what you did.
 
Agree to disagree, man. I’m not trying to say I want my kids to already be asshole teenagers or older. Fuck no. My wife and I watch our kids 24/7. No grandparents, no friends. Nobody. There is no village for us. I see their growth everyday, and I tell myself I did that. My wife and I. But I already am so thankful they’re out of diapers. Don’t miss that stage at all. I love the memories I have of them being younger and in diapers, but I’m glad they’re memories. I love that they’re young and innocent and sweet now, and I know I have the most control over them ever in their lives right in this moment. I mean the most to them right now, because I’m basically all they know.
I had a coworker once tell me when my kids were 2 and 6 months that she’d rather deal with my kids than hers (then 5 and 3). I told her that’s bullshit, not 1) because of the bullshit diapers but 2) her motherfuckers could voice what they needed without having to guess 16 times what the screaming of an 18-month-old meant. Now that I have the 5-year-old and 3-year-old, I 100% stand by that old statement now more than ever. 7 and 5, like Lynah said, the perfect sweet spot of innocence/sweetness/inadvertent hilarity while being able to brush their own teeth and wipe their own ass? I don’t want to fast-forward time, but I also can say with certainty I won’t miss wiping ass and brushing teeth.
We never had a nanny, used daycare or had anyone else take care of our kids who were born only 18 months apart.

I never hated changing diapers and while it's certainly better having kids at 21 and 23, again there was nothing about them being babies/toddlers/young kids that I hated. Not a single thing. It was just life and we dealt with it at it came.
 
nobody calls mookie ‘dad’, ‘daddy’, none of that shit

always been papa. From day 1 of speech through this afternoon for all of them
 
We never had a nanny, used daycare or had anyone else take care of our kids who were born only 18 months apart.

I never hated changing diapers and while it's certainly better having kids at 21 and 23, again there was nothing about them being babies/toddlers/young kids that I hated. Not a single thing. It was just life and we dealt with it at it came.
Well, as someone who is currently living it, in the moment, and not 15-20 years ago, I will once again say, with utmost confidence about my experience as a parent, someone who also understands the “consequences” of having children and deals with life as it comes, that I am thankful everyday I’m done changing diapers, trying to decipher what a screaming child wants with no vocabulary and little ability to point, all while getting little sleep many nights. With no support. My wife and I did it with aplomb. Still do. But do I personally want to go through any of that shit again? Fuck no. I love watching them grow and, again, right now, the inadvertent hilarious shit they say and ideas they come up with to entertain themselves is worth all of the dirty diapers and screaming and late nights not getting any sleep. But even if I was offered $5,000 in a DOGE check by Elon to try to catch him in the number of offspring I sired, it’s gonna be a big fuck no. As you’re making crystal clear with your opinion, your mileage may vary.

And since we’re pulling dicks out, my kids are also 18 months apart. To the day, to try to get an extra inch. They’ll be one grade apart in school, which, without having lived the experience of them being together in school yet, seems like a positive thing to me. I’ll let you lecture me on whether that’s true or not.
 
I'm not lecturing you I'm saying not everyone's experience as being a parent is the same, and not everyone found it as miserable as you apparently do. We simply handled it. No one wants to change a diaper but it was part of being a parent.

And yeah our kids are also one grade apart.
 
I'm not lecturing you I'm saying not everyone's experience as being a parent is the same, and not everyone found it as miserable as you apparently do. We simply handled it. No one wants to change a diaper but it was part of being a parent.

And yeah our kids are also one grade apart.
So, you agree that every parenting experience is different. You realize it’s possible to “handle it”, accept it as a parent, and still find it miserable at the same time, right?
You maybe aren’t lecturing, but telling me not to ever wish time away on my kids because I won’t get it back…I never want those earlier years back, ever. Appreciate the memories and it makes me especially grateful for their growth. Couldn’t pay me enough to go back. So, for the final time, I respectfully disagree. I will accept the premise not to want to fast-forward through around age 5 until I’ll take your word on when the sweet/innocent stage ends.
 
The most important thing I learned is to miss the first 8 years. When I met my wife my daughter had just turned 8. I missed the animal phase with the noise and projectile fluid spraying, and got a sweet albeit short human being who could hold a conversation.
 
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