What the Baby Books Don’t Tell You

I’m taking part in a topic that is very close to my heart.  Motherhood.  Specifically, what the baby books don’t tell you.  Last Winter I wrote about an incident with my 9 year old daughter.  No baby book I ever read, and there were a lot, ever told me how to deal with this particular topic.  They didn’t say that someday your sweet, soft cheeked angel would grow up and say things.  Things that you will just not be ready for. Here is the original post, but it bears repeating for those of you who are still in the sweet stage before they learn to talk… and think…. Please enjoy your sleepless nights, because while you love them more every day…. it just doesn’t get any easier! How’s that for inspiration and encouragement?

life rearranged When the World Stopped

Setting- Dining room. Blinds open to the gloomy, dark skies of a Saturday afternoon. Inside, “chilled cucumber” walls, warm lighting and a dining room table covered in puzzle pieces and cardboard dust.

Characters- A Dad, a Mom, and a recently turned 9 little girl with long Rapunzel hair.

Mom- Grumbling and mumbling about Ohio winters, cold fingers and cold toes

Dad- Playing some dumb zombie game on his phone, {*Tetris would have been acceptable, because Tetris is cool}

Izzy- Happily chattering away about puzzle pieces, and occasionally instructing and bossing around her mom and dad which is her new favorite past-time. Be it about cooking, driving or parenting. So fun!

Mom- “Izzy, I need you to know that before you agree to marry a man, you should probably ask a few more important questions than I asked.”

Izzy- giggles and looks at me over the top of her glasses

Dad-{husband’s head twitches, but does not look away from game}”Like what for instance???”

Mom- “For instance, how many children you want. Or if you will forever have to live where it is cold. I’m just saying, if you want to live where it is sunny and warm, you should find these things out before you choose a mate.”

Dad- “That’s your fault for only caring about my good looks at the time.”

Izzy- “Oh I know all about how to mate!”……….
…………………….. {world stops. zombie game stops. puzzling stops. Mom and Dad’s heads snap up, eyes bug, and they stare at each other with their jaws on the table for a solid 10 Mississippi’s}

Mom- “Pardon me? And how exactly do you mate?”

Izzy- “All big cats do it the same way MOooom. {with the exasperation only a 9 year old can muster} One jumps on the other one’s back and it bites their neck.”

Mom and Dad burst into uncontrollable laughter. Loud, raucous laughter. The kind where eventually you can’t breathe, and your sides hurt. The kind where you finally stop, look at each other and then start the laughing, gasping for breath cycle again.

Izzy- “Why are you laughing? Mating isn’t funny.”

Mom- “You’re right, that’s how it works. Absolutely……Oh and Izzy, no more watching National Geographic without us.”

And the world starts back to normal rotation.

The reason I reposted this today is not because I simply enjoy writing down the things that I want to be sure not to forget in 30 years.  Its for good.  I want each of you to consider giving to this amazing cause.  But let me give you Jeannett’s words, because they resonate deep in my soul.
“Becoming a mom makes the world a smaller place. The faces of children around the world squeeze your heart in a way they never did before. The anguish of a mother thousands of miles away hurts deeply. Knowing how often I pour a glass of water for my kids…wash their clothes…wipe down their faces…I can’t NOT want to help a mother on the other side of the world provide the most basic of necessities for her sweet babe. Join us in supporting mothers worlds away. Because somehow, their babies are our babies too.”
Please visit this page and give even $1, so that children and families can have the very most basic neccessity of life. Water.
And for a bit more serious take on the topic, and my sleeping baby boy, visit the post before this one! Two in one day after a month’s silence.  You are welcome  🙂

Life Cheats Sometimes

Someday he’s not going to insist on wearing his train pajamas.
He’s not going to sneak into my room {after I’ve already tucked him in his bed} and fall asleep while we are downstairs.
He’s not going to sleep more soundly with his hand on my neck or our foreheads touching.
He’s not going to subconciously roll and curl into my body when he feels me move away.
I’m guessing that will be a matter of embarrassment in a few years when he’s taller than me and he has his buddies over to play ball.  
But right now, the closer he can get, the better.
I’m going to listen to every deep, slow breath. I’m not going to close my eyes until I have studied every eyelash and curve of his cheek and memorized it.
I’m going to watch him suck on his tongue with his little pink lips moving up and down, just like he has since he was born.
And in his sleep, as he pulls his blanket closer to his face, that’s where peace is for me.
Because sometimes life cheats you out of these moments with your children. Life cheats, so these moments with these children become a million, zillion times more important.
So when he crawls into my bed, and the wise Dad, {who knows in a few hours the little one’s feet will be kicking our noses in} asks me if I want him to carry D back to bed or if I’m going to do it…. the answer will always be, “Not yet.”