As I chat with a fellow mom, we watch our daughters, adorned in tutus, gleefully tap-dancing together. “How far apart are your kids?” she asks, her dark hair swaying as she leans in. “Five years,” I respond, anticipating the usual surprise.
“Did you plan it that way?” she inquires, catching me off guard. I’m not accustomed to such a deep conversation about family planning. “Well, I experienced two pregnancy losses in between,” I say, surprising myself with my candidness. I choose not to mention the divorce and my subsequent marriage that also created a gap between my children.
She regains her composure, though it’s clear my answer has taken her by surprise. If you’re going to ask about the timing of someone’s children, you should be ready for a truthful answer, even if it’s uncomfortable.
In truth, I never intended to have a five-year gap between my kids. As a young dreamer, I pictured having a couple of children close in age and wrapping up my childbearing years by 30. Yet, life unfolded unexpectedly—filled with the complexities of separation, divorce, and the emotional rollercoaster of trying to conceive.
However, this five-year difference has its advantages. When I was on maternity leave with my second, my oldest was in kindergarten all day, making it feel like a fresh start, minus the anxiety of a first-time parent. Some days felt like a mini-vacation, albeit one where I was often too tired to put on pants. Hours spent on the couch watching my favorite shows while breastfeeding a content baby? Sign me up!
Having kids five years apart means tackling the nuances of puberty with one child while helping the other navigate potty training. It’s listening to Kidz Bop blaring from upstairs while enduring The Wiggles downstairs, wishing I could switch to my beloved 1980s Pandora station. It’s coaching one child through the awkward years of self-consciousness while reassuring the other that parents always come back from preschool.
The blend of their different phases leads to some amusing contrasts. It’s equal parts Daniel Tiger and Austin & Ally, with brief moments of joy when they both discover a show they enjoy, like Transformers: Rescue Bots. Cleanup day on weekends becomes an adventure of vacuuming goldfish crumbs while my older child sobs about the unfairness of putting away her own laundry.
It also means countless hours spent helping one with homework and piano practice, all while pretending to listen to the younger one’s imaginative tales of transforming into a unicorn or a robot. Family trips to Disneyland turn into magical experiences, with my preschooler squealing over Doc McStuffins and my nine-year-old proclaiming her love for Ariel during the parade.
Watching my children bond and genuinely enjoy each other’s company is a constant marvel. Their shared games, like Jungle Kids, reveal a beautiful sibling connection. This age gap brings a mix of humbling gratitude, occasional frustration, and pure joy. It’s not the path I envisioned, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
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In summary, having kids five years apart is a blend of unexpected turns, laughter, and a unique bond that develops between siblings. It’s a journey that may not follow the original plan, but ultimately brings joy and gratitude.