Sat there this morning for the umpteenth time being told my two sons (10 & 12) are so "full of energy!" Them? Those little whirling dervishes? I love them to pieces, don't get me wrong. But before they came along, I was the energetic one. I walked 60 ml Breast Cancer walks, golfed, kayaked, etc etc. Now, I'm a crumbling mass in an arm chair without my morning jolt.
I know you all adore your kids too. Most minutes of most days anyway. If we all didn't feel up to the task, we wouldn't have become moms. After all of these years of parenthood, I can tell you that they are not the ones with energy. They have simply sucked it all out of us.