A whole year with parenting three bambini under three. ✅
I always wanted a big family. I grew up an only child, but life always felt better when the house was full. Just didn’t think I would fill mine up quite in this fashion.
Almost anything I can say about raising three under three seems so obvious, why even say it? You always have your hands full. (Duh.) It’s hard to find time to do anything else. (No duh.) But in spite of how obvious these statements feel… it still feels like the only way to grasp the nature of the challenge is to go through it. (Props to the other parents of multiples out there… we have a way of finding each other.)
Three kids under three tests every part of your life. Finances. Marriage. Immune systems. There are solutions that work for one kid that simply do not work for three. Hell, there are solutions that work for three that don’t work so well when they’re all under three. And it’s hard to defer so many wishes and healthy habits to that undefined oasis of “when the kids are a bit older.”
A younger me would’ve said stuff like “I want to be rich with experiences, not money.” Cheesy but sincere. And I think that was the moment God set the timer on twins for 2021.
There are exceptions, but it’s a bit logic-defying how the hardest things we face are quite often the things we’re most grateful to have done in the end.
