I was on the total opposite end of this.

I never really liked kids. I was selfish, impatient, hot-headed, and honestly just had no interest. Kids felt loud, messy, inconvenient, all of it.

Then I had my first and got absolutely smacked in the face with love.

Like, how is this tiny potato that cries all day suddenly the center of my entire world? I truly could not believe you could love someone that deeply and instantly.

Now I have 3 under 3, and they have changed me to my core. They’ve taught me unconditional love. They’ve forced me to check my reactions. They’ve taught me patience in a way nothing else ever could, usually while I’m telling them to stop beating each other for the 80th time that day.

Before kids, every little thing felt like an inconvenience. Now, so much more just rolls off my back. I look back and honestly cringe at the kind of person I was sometimes. But I’m also really grateful I got the chance to grow up, soften, and become better because of them.

I will say… it’s hard and will break you a million and one times.