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.