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When my wife was pregnant, we were repeatedly warned about how difficult parenting an infant would be. We wouldn't sleep for the next two years. We wouldn't see a movie for the next five years. We wouldn't have sex for at least a decade. We would be exhausted at all times. None of this happened.
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My friend is expecting her first baby next month. She asked me for my thoughts on parenting.

Here is my truth.

When my wife was pregnant, we were repeatedly warned about how difficult parenting an infant would be. We wouldn't sleep for the next two years. We wouldn't see a movie for the next five years. We wouldn't have sex for at least a decade. We would be exhausted at all times.

None of this happened.

I was warned of the horrors of a thousand diaper changes. I was told that visits to restaurants would be impossible (or at least no fun) for years.

This didn't happen.

Then I was told that as soon as my daughter started walking (or even crawling), all hell would break loose. That was when things would get really hard.

That didn't happen, either.

I was told by a friend that my children would be sleeping in our bedroom and probably in our bed -- off and on -- for years.

That never happened.

Then I was told that our second child would be the straw that breaks the camel's back. He would be the one to make parenting hard. We would no longer outnumber our children. It would be an even fight. We would lose.

That didn't happen either.

I was told that parenting would strain our marriage. Strip away our opportunities to be alone. Deprive us of any free time. Make us feel like slaves to little people.

None of this happened either.

I've been told that my children will grow up in the blink of an eye. That time will fly by faster than I thought possible. That their childhoods would be ephemeral.

This has not happened.

Now I've been told that the middle school years will be terrible. High school will be the worst. I've been warned that my children will stop speaking to me. Stop sharing their thoughts and feelings. Become sullen and surly. I've been told that they will become emotionally unstable, akin to little hormone bombs capable of blowing up at any given moment. I've been told that homework will become the bane of our existence. That driving our kids to athletic events will become like second jobs. That our children will eat us out of house and home.

I've been told that I will worry all of the time.

As far as I am concerned, no one has spoken the truth to me yet.

Here is what I know:

My children are healthy and typical. No illnesses. No learning disabilities. No cognitive impairments. We are blessed. If our kids weren't healthy, I suspect that parenting would be hard.

I also know that I am gainfully employed. We may not always have all the money we need, but my wife and I are both capable of finding work and making a good living. Someday soon my wife will return to work and things will be easier, but until then, we have enough to get by. I suspect that if this weren't the case, parenting would be hard.

But our kids are healthy and I have a job. A few, in fact. As a result, parenting has been a joyous ride. A goddamn dream come true. It's been remarkable. Unbelievable. Indescribable. It has been the greatest thing I have ever done and will ever do. I love my children more than I thought possible. They bring me more happiness than I thought possible.

Parenting has not been miserable. It has not been soul crushing. It has not been torturous or exhausting or draining. On most days, it's not even hard.

That is my truth.

That is what I told my pregnant friend because I am quite certain that she is going to hear from an army of nattering nabobs of negativity, spewing forth their warnings of pain and suffering at every turn. Parents love to complain. They love to speculate about the disasters that await less experienced parent just around the corner. They love to project their own struggles onto others. Assume that their experiences are universal. It often seems as if it's their mission to strip all happiness and joy from their descriptions of parenting at all costs.

I will never understand why.

As I make my way through this world, meeting expecting or less experienced parents, I speak my truth. I strive to counteract the negativity that is so pervasive and consistent.

So far, parenting has been great. The naysayers have been wrong. My children are the best, and being their father is the best. Beyond joyous.

I tell expecting parents to love every minute of parenthood, because if you are as blessed as me and my wife, it's entirely possible.