In my 2.5 years of parenting I’ve acquired many new physical and mental skills. I can cook dinner one-handed, survive Costco with a toddler, cruise the carpool lane at all times (yes, this is a skill), conduct conference calls holding a kid, concentrate amidst body-cringing screams, and sleep nearly anywhere.
Even though this entire blog began because you were born, I have never written directly to you. I’ve written plenty of things about you, and about what you mean to me and your mama, and about our journey through parenthood—but never to you.
You are shaping up to be a pretty cool girl, but who you are today is as much a byproduct of the experiences and people that came before you. This post is about those things.
The saying goes something along the lines of, “if you can handle a dog, you can handle a kid.” Well, we all know that isn’t exactly true, but there are lots of hypothetical, and perhaps practical similarities with having both pets and children. I certainly won’t go so far as to say they are the same, because, well, they aren’t. But, I also can’t argue that they aren’t more similar than some would like to believe.