Welcome to Tuesday — it’s the new Monday here at my house!
Especially since — rather than fixing and polishing a house full of creaks and peeling paint – we spent the entire four-day-weekend visiting with family and friends living many, many miles away.
It’s like needing a vacation…from your vacation — the kids and I thought today felt…just like a frickin’ Monday!
But, it was all good — my MIL is home from the hospital…got to visit my brother’s new house…saw Mini-Me’s Godparents and met their new grandchild…tasted some awfully good (grin)Â red wine — and I was feeling no pain.
Until.
“Do you want to hold the baby?”
Now, typically, I would jump at the chance. But, it’s been…um…how old is Mini-me?…oh, yeah…four years…and even though I’ve done it many, many, many…um…how many kids do I have?…oh yeah, many times, before…I wondered if I’d even remember how…or want to…seriously!
GULP!
“Um…I don’t know if I should.”
Idiot — these people are our friends — surely, I understood how much they’d miss having friends and family so close and knew, as much as I did, that we wouldn’t see each other anytime soon.
“Of course, you should!”
I bit my lower lip and wondered where my husband had gone.
“Um…I mean…he’s so tiny…and I think I may be getting a cold…or something.”
LIAR!
“Oh, I’m sure you’re fine.”
I sat on my hands and crossed my legs, uncomfortably, and wondered where my kids had gone, all of a sudden.
“I mean…uh…I don’t know if I remember how.”
LIAR!
“Oh, I’m sure it’ll come back to you…here…take him.”
And I reached for the baby, even before I knew what was happening, and I swear…it all came back to me.
That new baby smell with the teeny-tiny socks and the iddy-biddy feets…that gummy bear smile with the big eyes and little lizard tongue…that look of surprise with the kicking and the crying that says, “You are so NOT the momma!”
GULP!
And I swayed…and I coo-ed…and I tickled…and I, “Gitchy-gitchy goo-ed!”
WAAHHHH!
“I think he’s just hungry, again…here…I’ll take him back, now.”
LIAR.
Now, I knew for sure why – besides, the real reason why I didn’t want to take him in the first place — and it was what I was afraid of.
I’d lost my touch.
And — as I watched her with her new son – I wasn’t a bit surprised to learn that she already had a job waiting for her on the west coast and that her husband (an ex-Air Force pilot) would be staying home with both their kids.
Nope.
What happened next, however, shocked the hell out of me!
“I give you credit…deciding to be a stay-at-home dad is probably one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to do.”
GAH!
Did I mention he was an Air Force pilot…like…flying combat missions…and being shot at…over enemy territory?
“Nah…piece of cake…you’ll be fine.”
LIAR!
Well, I guess there’s a time and place for everything, and perhaps even for a little white lie, or two.
And — as my time as a SAHM mom comes closer to an end – even though I will always carry the memories of my babies in my heart, I am enjoying standing back and just watching them run around…needing me a little less each day…and perhaps can finally admit…that I am in a much happier place, for it.
Or, I could be wrong…but, you could just call me, MATT!
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16 responses to “Because I lie like a rug…my name should be Matt!”
Oh…I love that baby smell..well some of the smells! 😉
I still have the touch…but I give credit where credit is due…it’s the boobs! 🙂 Mothers at church love when I take their babies to rock when fussy, because I can get them to quiet in minutes! But it’s the boobs…I tell ya!!
I can’t wait to have grandkids…well, I can…but you know what I mean! 🙂
Oh…I love that baby smell..well some of the smells! 😉
I still have the touch…but I give credit where credit is due…it’s the boobs! 🙂 Mothers at church love when I take their babies to rock when fussy, because I can get them to quiet in minutes! But it’s the boobs…I tell ya!!
I can’t wait to have grandkids…well, I can…but you know what I mean! 🙂
Sounds to me more like you were more afraid of that “New Baby Smell” brining back all those memories and missing when you little ‘uns were… uh.. well… little ‘uns.
Sounds to me more like you were more afraid of that “New Baby Smell” brining back all those memories and missing when you little ‘uns were… uh.. well… little ‘uns.
I know exactly what you mean. I’ve loved being a SAHM for as long as I have, but I’m done now. My youngest is almost 5, kindergarten is on the horizon, and I’m ready to move on.
I loved that baby stage, however. I’ll never forget it and how sweet they were, but I’m having a great deal of fun seeing who they’ve become and where they’re going next.
I know exactly what you mean. I’ve loved being a SAHM for as long as I have, but I’m done now. My youngest is almost 5, kindergarten is on the horizon, and I’m ready to move on.
I loved that baby stage, however. I’ll never forget it and how sweet they were, but I’m having a great deal of fun seeing who they’ve become and where they’re going next.
I can’t imagine not wanting to hold a baby. LOL
I can’t imagine not wanting to hold a baby. LOL
The only reason I’m hesitant to hold other people’s babies is because they always want them BACK in the end!
My youngest is 11 and despite a part-time job I’m still basically a SAHM. It seems that they actually need me more when they get older.
The only reason I’m hesitant to hold other people’s babies is because they always want them BACK in the end!
My youngest is 11 and despite a part-time job I’m still basically a SAHM. It seems that they actually need me more when they get older.
Since I’m still in my pre-baby days, I echo Meg. I’m such a baby hog that it’s even tough to be around other people with babies, because as Bluegrass Mama says, they want them back entirely too soon! I think the sheer look of wanton babylove in my eyes scares them just a little bit. ^_~ They’re never sure I’ll hand them over when the time comes!
At least you’re not like my Nana… she couldn’t ever face an empty house, so as soon as one was in school, she had another one. Eight times!
Since I’m still in my pre-baby days, I echo Meg. I’m such a baby hog that it’s even tough to be around other people with babies, because as Bluegrass Mama says, they want them back entirely too soon! I think the sheer look of wanton babylove in my eyes scares them just a little bit. ^_~ They’re never sure I’ll hand them over when the time comes!
At least you’re not like my Nana… she couldn’t ever face an empty house, so as soon as one was in school, she had another one. Eight times!
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