9. Jumping on trampolines. Okay, I never did that much of this, but I miss taking for granted that my internal machinery could handle this. I tried joining my son on a trampoline after having two kids, and it was not. a. good. idea.
8. Saying “Sure, I’d love to go for a drink after work.” The unbridled freedom of it.
7. Actually drinking said drink. I’m on a self-imposed abstinence from alcohol while pregnant and nursing, which means I have been bone dry for five years. Want to come over and watch me crawl under the table after my first two post-children glasses of wine?
6. The invisible protective layer that Nathalie once commented about. The one that made it possible to listen to the news and country songs with a dry eye.
5. Sleep, and being the boss over my sleep, even if I got too little. Almost too obvious to mention, but too mammoth not to.
4. Not being a primary role model to anyone. Related: being able to swear without essentially offering a “how to” tutorial to little ears.
3. Seeing half an hour as 30 minutes, rather than as a significant opportunity.
2. Looking at random children, without feeling somehow invested in each one.
1. Not so very much, if I am honest. Life before kids wasn’t such a cakewalk as I recall, it just had other challenges. And being a mother (provided I am not on my knees begging for mercy) is the best gig in town.