On a not particularly interesting morning in August, I took a pregnancy test for no reason other than I was feeling a little fat. I immediately regretted wasting the test (those things are expensive!) on mere bloating and boredom. But … it was positive!
I remember placing my smiling 4 month old on my lap – for hours – watching him drool. I would shower, as he cooed in his bouncer just outside the shower door. I could set him on a blanket in the middle of the room, where he’d happily chew on his feet, for what seemed like forever. Dishes were done, laundry was folded, and chocolate was eaten, as my baby watched – a look of calm contentment on his face.
There are no more quiet showers. Never a meal, or snack, savored in peace. Our home bears no slight resemblance of tidiness for more than a few minutes. Today, this child – this toddler – of mine has THOUGHTS… and PLANS! And he takes action, whether I like it or not. Continue reading