“I am the giant baby who is here to eat your brains with my snaggle-tooth.”
Not the greatest picture, admittedly, but it’s my most common view of my son these days.
It’s been a busy week – lots of laughs, a few graces, and no laundry. Yeah, that’s a bit of a problem now, but tomorrow is another day.
I babysat for my niece and nephew all week. For every woman whose kids are > 1: Wow. Good luck with all that. Three kids, all under the age of 4, wore me out this week, AND I only had them part time. But it was great to spend time with them and for Adam to see and interact with them.
I was hoping he would watch my niece, get all inspired, and learn to crawl. Not yet.
Instead he likes to stand. On me. All day.
Since he is teething again, I let him work my thighs and sometimes intestines with those pointy little feet of his. It keeps him happy as a clam. Hence the picture.
While pinned under him most of the week, I’ve realized that there isn’t a single toy in his repertoire that he finds more enjoyable than mommy right now. As I am a cheap date, I don’t have to fret about the hundreds of things I would love to buy for him but can’t.
He’s happy just to be near me. If I reach my hand back to him in the car at a stoplight, he will always raise his little hand to hold my fingers and peep at me over the side of his seat to smile at me. Always. Stoplights are a lot more enjoyable these days.
He only sees me.
And if I stop, and enjoy it, I only see him.
No issues. No problems.
Just my happy baby boy with the snaggle tooth.
He is so beautiful. And after the Wonder Woman babysitting experience that you had, you should enjoy every second with him. Standing on you.
Think this bad mom/good mom issue is a rebellion of some moms to the super mom ideal that we are all familiar with. Think many moms feel a lot of pressure to be the school volunteer, the healer, the helper, the chef, the driver, the counselor, not to mention the employee of the month with a successful career. People like myself have come to realize it’s just not possible to be the best at every single one of these tasks and are not afraid to admit it. But, at the same time there remains the guilt that you are assigned at the hospital the day first baby is born, that makes you feel a little inadequate, a little bad, for not being able to be the best in every single realm of life. For me, I don’t really say I’m a bad mom, I’m more of a wish-I-woulda-made-a-different-choice-mom. I know my weaknesses, I try to improve daily, but some days I really just feel outsmarted by my kids. And, sadly, my ability to parent effectively has been questioned more than once via my blog, so apparently it is ok for others to judge. I don’t, and you probably don’t, but others do. Anyway, nice blog you have going here; very thought provoking ideas. Thanks for sharing:)