When I had three in diapers at once, then four kindergarten and below, then six in school at once, seven altogether (from age 18 to newborn),I thought things would get easier when they got older. It has in many ways -- I'm not pregnant or nursing, or getting up for feedings in the middle of the night. I don't have a preemie in ICU, or a four month old in trauma with a head injury, or a child in the cardiac ward with a blood clot. But now I have four teenagers, making plans and decisions of life-long importance, plus a newly-engaged son making a career change, plus two married sons who have added daughter-in-laws and grandchildren to the mix.
It was wonderful then and it is wonderful now. I wouldn't trade it for anything! But it's not easier -- just different. They've grown, but I haven't outgrown being a mom.