I read this somewhere:
When you’re in your twenties, you worry about what other people think.
When you’re in your thirties, you realize it doesn’t matter what other people think.
In your forties, you realize that no ones thinking about you anyway.
Is there something like that for parents? From the advice and the stories I’ve taken in from good parents, it would seem to go something like this:
Before your baby is born, you worry about how it’s all going to go.
Right after your baby is born, you’re too tired to worry about how it’s all going.
Once they’re old enough for you to get some sleep, they amaze you, frustrate you, make you happy, sad, and everything in between, and, for the rest of your life, you continue to worry about them.
54 days until baby.