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When my teen nephew moved in with us, I naively thought it'd be easier to parent him than my toddlers. I was wrong. Original
When my son was born on a sunny Sunday afternoon, I was done having kids. First, we had a daughter, and then our son joined the mix, and I knew two was enough. But as any parenting story goes, things didn't turn out like I planned. Three years later, I was surprised to find myself nesting again. This time, I traded a crib for a desk. When I prepared for my teenage nephew's arrival, I envisioned him hunched over the wooden table, cramming for a calculus test or writing his college entrance essays.
When my teen nephew moved in with us, I naively thought it'd be easier to parent him than my toddlers. I was wrong.
I was done having kids, knowing that I only wanted two. Then, in 2020, my 15-year-old nephew moved in with us. I was naive to think that parenting a teenager would be easier than parenting a toddler. When my son was born on a sunny Sunday afternoon, I was done having kids. First, we had a daughter, and then our son joined the mix, and I knew two was enough. But as any parenting story goes, things didn't turn out like I planned.
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