Look at 'em! Crazy kids! So excited at the thought of new life coming into their cave!
With the inaugural son, I actually "wrote" to him while he was yet in the womb. Oh, man. That child, the one who is now old enough to be in another country on his own for six weeks, and I laugh when we read the pastel, cloud-covered "pregnancy journal." Whoever he marries will probably think it's sweet. But, Firstborn and I think I was a dork. What I didn't know then, that I know now.
What I know now, is that if you plan on having more than one child and aren't extremely organized - or at least a bit OCD - you will not have completed baby books for each of your off-spring, let alone "write" to each of them while pregnant. Try communicating with the one confined to your tummy while the others, who are already fully mobile on the planet, are off playing in another part of the house...well, let's just say you are going to have some things to clean up.
Another thing I didn't know then, when I was waiting for the first, blessed arrival, was that there would very soon be a day when I wouldn't do things on "my" time anymore. Or even experience "my" time anymore. Merely trying to bathe myself became something I would have to carefully slip in between feedings or poopings. Or cryings. Often my own cryings.
Something else I didn't know then, is that I would not be able to go on any kind of outing with my incredible husband for over two decades without doing a bit of the Freaky Fret. "Honey, I don't know. He's really little and the babysitter is only, like, I don't know, 42?" "Babe, let's just call and see how they're doing. I know we talked to them 20 minutes ago, but a lot can happen in 20 minutes." "Kev, just text the boy (age 18) one more time and make sure he locked all of the doors. Please?"
I could go on for hours making a "What I didn't know then..." list. But, I won't. Since we all have lives outside of blog-land, I'll wrap this up quickly today.
I didn't know, when I was dorkily writing in that journal in the late 80's, that I would be (still a bit dorkily) writing a blog in the 21st Century with even more love and intensity about the wonders of family.
I didn't know, when I wasn't carefully documenting everything my kids were doing, that it would be okay. That the memories we were making would forever be imprinted in our hearts and minds anyway...with or without a camera. Or a journal.
I didn't know, when I wasn't getting "me" time, that when I finally did get back to having "me" time...well, it just wouldn't be nearly as magical as "we" time.
Congratulations to my middle son and his beautiful wife.
At this very moment, their hearts are growing to make room for a love that they truly can't even begin to fathom.
That is what they don't know. Yet.