It goes without saying that anything done with a toddler is still a pain. You are limited in the choice of things you can do, you are limited in the scope of what you do, you are limited in the time you can devote to doing anything, you have to allow for the strain of carrying a 15kg+ person in your hands for significant periods, you have to allow for unexpected toilet related demands, you have to allow for sudden and unexplained changes of heart... In short, you can't enjoy anything the way you used to back in those prehistoric days. You know, the days before you had children.
That, however, does not mean you cannot enjoy yourself. Just the other week I went for a drive with my son to get a certain car charger. Following a successful mission, we spent time together at this huge toy shop (I'm proud to say we went in and out without any toys being purchased and with my son totally happy with that), and then we spent some time together stuck in traffic. Yet because we are good friends it was all fun - even the traffic jam. My son was intrigued by its causes, we were discussing things we saw on the way, and he even held a few green lights for me using his great mental abilities (long enough for me to cross).
It seems as if a certain threshold I was looking forward to since my son was born has been crossed. I am no longer the caretaker of a baby; I am the caretaker and the friend of a boy. We're no longer doing stuff for the baby; we are doing stuff with the boy. The difference is huge.
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