When children grow up: the hardest change of all

I found myself kept awake, not by a baby in her bed, but by an adult daughter who wasn’t

Jen and her children.

Jen and her children.

I hate change. I’ve always been a creature of habit who revels in the familiar and finds comfort in what she knows best. So when parenthood came knocking, I was blown out of the water.

The surrender of my sleep, the overwhelming responsibility, and a baby who cried almost as much as I did and who pooped so much that I should have considered going into the fertiliser business, was enough to send me into turmoil and wonder what on earth had possessed me to upset the apple cart of my previous comfort zone.

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