My children were born fifteen months apart. Which for those you currently doing the math, means I was pregnant with my daughter when my son was just six months old.
Now they are nearly five and three and a half and I’ve learned a lot about motherhood, sibling bonds, chaos, and love. It can most simply be boiled down to this:
Two under two is no joke.
But it’s also hilarious if you let it be.
Two under three is no picnic.
But it’s also a treat to savor.
Two under four is a blur.
But you’ll also want time to stand still.
Two under five is a challenge.
But they’ll challenge you to get better every day.
When people ask about having kids close in age, I say the same thing every time.
It’s no joke, but it’s hilarious.
It’s no picnic, but it’s a treat.
It’s a blur, but you’ll want to hold onto the moments.
It’s a challenge, but the absolute best kind.
To the new mom of one, staring in wonder at a stick you just peed on, wondering how you’re going to make this work.
Because those two little people were meant to come in rapid succession. They were meant to be yours. They were meant to be each other’s.
So yes, two under two will be hard. As will each subsequent year of back to back parenthood. But I think you’re going to love it.
And I know you’re going to love them.