I sometimes think some people are virtually born to be parents; some not so much, and some not at all.
But I also think growing up in a household full of kids makes it easier for the next generation. In my birth family, there were six of us, and it was just part of it that the older kids helped out with the younger ones. You didn’t even much think about it. You did it because you were told to do it, but also because you actually wanted to do it. Hard to explain.
I marvel at one of my daughters who has eight kids. Far from being a melee, they are astonishingly orderly. A ten-year-old, for example has no difficulty holding a baby for a long, long time so Mom could do whatever. A teenage girl sees no problem in driving the younger ones to their games or whatever. Some of the smaller ones have specific “cleanup” areas and do it. They’re also creative and I think the presence of theolder ones encourages the younger ones in that regard. The little ones benefit by being taught and the older ones benefit by getting their minds organized enough to teach.
Two summers ago, for example, the oldest, teenage, girl, decided to teach all the younger ones to sing “Katyusha” in chorus and all in Russian…every verse. Took her about two weeks, and she did it. Look it up on YouTube.
One of them took up raising strawberries in the side yard of their house. He has several varieties and takes care of them all by himself. Just his project. Others of them have other projects. I think that sort of thing is enhanced by their being somehow comfortable with themselves when they get all of the “feedback” one gets when there are a lot of siblings around.
I’ll also admit right now that it’s more difficult for women than it is for men. Even if a man does more getting up in the middle of the night than the woman does, (which I indisputably did) it’s still easier. I can’t explain it fully, but I think part of it is that most women are more fastidious than men. My wife just plain won’t allow me to do laundry, for example. She believes (probably correctly) that I am too careless in the way I do it. Never, ever, ever will she allow me to put dishes in the dishwasher. (too close together) Judging by the results, I have to admit she’s right in that and in a lot of things. Sure, I might dress a little kid, but my wife was the one who made sure the socks were there and matched, and that the selection of little girls’ dresses was economical and appropriate. She knew all the sizes and kept track and did 90% of the buying. I didn’t.
As a stay-at-home Mom, my wife often required more adult conversation “relief” when I got home than I did. Talking to your kids is wonderful, but it’s harder for women because they do more of it. My daughter with the 8 kids is the same way, so when I’m on the road, I call her from the car and talk with her a long time. It’s a need.
Those kinds of things do make it harder for women. They add up.