Tiny Advice For New Moms

The other day, I met someone with kids, and I asked her how old hers are - her daughter had just turned 2. Then she asked how old mine are, and I was weirdly speechless. Mine are turning 7 and 5 at the end of this month. Seven and Five! I almost couldn’t even say it. I remember when my kids were babies, even up until the biggest one turned three - when I met someone with kids five and up, I was like - in awe. Wondering what it would be like to be out of the baby stage, wondering how cool my kids would be and how free I’d feel and how relatively easy mothering would be.

5 and 7 is still little - totally little - but the toddler phase, the baby phase, all of it is over, and I’m done having babies. They’re learning to read and reading independently, learning to ride bikes, swimming on their own. They can walk up to the fridge and get a thing of yogurt by themselves. They can peel a banana, take themselves to the bathroom, my son likes to text his friends (I let him compose a text and send…