My oldest is almost six, so depending on how you look at it I’m still mostly in littles-land, but I would like to offer encouragement to the moms who’ve posted on this thread who have only very small children: what you are going through right now is, IMO, absolutely the most difficult time of parenting.
My husband and I are likely to have more children, but here’s a few things that have happened since that time:
- Our older children are capable of doing some things for themselves and even helping around the house, and with the baby. Not anywhere near a “child labor” level, but my almost 6yo can do a lot, and is still pretty enthusiastic about learning new household tasks. My 4yo is very eager to be “grown up” and help too. He does more at 4 then his older brother did because he has another person he looks up to.

- My husband and I know ourselves and each other better with our accompanying strengths and weaknesses.
- We know how to ask each other for help and have a better intuitive sense of when help is needed even when it’s not asked for, and we’re better at accepting it even when it’s not asked for.
- My husband is more settled in his career and we have more financial stability, which makes our home lives much less stressful.
- We’ve learned how to make friends with other parents. When we first had kids, we had very little social support.
- We’re also just better at doing the things that were new to us with our first. I was super exasperated with my oldest when he reached the stage my youngest is in now - old enough to have lots of opinions and impulses, but not so much capability to do the things he wanted or the ability to reason whether or not it’s safe. It’s still frustrating with my youngest, but I don’t feel helpless about it now. Just “oh, here we go again.
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That’s not to say I’m never going to be thrown for a loop again. Stuff happens. But I do get to get out regularly for social time, with or without the kids, my house is reasonably clean, and my marriage is in a good place, and I don’t feel like I’m killing myself to do it. A couple years ago, though, I wouldn’t have been able to imagine that, because life with only toddlers and infants is insanity, simply put. Sometimes fun insanity, but insanity nonetheless.
God bless you mamas!
ETA: The other thing that I didn’t put on my list, but just remembered and it was huge emotionally speaking: having legitimate common interests with your kids! Being able to play games with my kids and read books that appeal to the both of us is great, really great. Even the best “babies and toddlers only” stuff can grate on you after a while. Now that stuff isn’t my entire life.