I can't wait until Ryan is mobile. Then I can finally put him down and get some things done!
Once Ryan is talking, it will be easier to get my point across to him. Hurry up and talk!
This infant stage is so demanding. I can't wait until Lucas is more independent.
I can't wait until Lucas is old enough to play with Ryan. They will entertain each other for hours!
Once the boys are in grade school I will finally have a little free time.
I am constantly finding myself impatiently day-dreaming about how much easier and more enjoyable life will be once my children are "just a little bit older". Once they're at that next developmental stage, life will surely run more smoothly, right?
Why am I always wishing away my days as a mother with young children? Even if life will be easier and I won't have to spend so much time taking care of others' needs, is that what I really want? In the moments of changing diapers and dealing with tantrums, yes. That is what I want!