I am so glad that I have my husband to share parenting responsibilities. Whenever possible it’s always easier to have him around helping out. Divide and conquer, right? But I also get a sense of pride when I do something with the kids totally on my own. Not just something like taking them to the park, but something new or challenging – like the time I took the boys, then 11 months and 4 years, on a 10 hour trip to visit my parents which involved five hours driving into an unfamiliar city plus five hours on the train. I nearly lost an eye to a bungee cord (long story), but we eventually arrived in one piece. Then there was the time I flew alone with a 3-month-old. Besides explosive diarrhea during take-off, we did great. FYI: Neither airplane bathrooms nor full planes are not conducive to changing diapers.
I try not to be intimidated about doing things with the boys, because it frees us up to have a whole lot more fun. Not to mention sitting in the house will seriously drive me cra-zy. With a little advanced planning and the mantra, "Stay calm. Stay flexible. Relax." most ventures are manageable. Not always easy, but manageable.