Friday, December 5, 2008

So when I was the new mother of just one child, I thought he was the cutest, mose precious thing in the whole wide world. And he was, for the record. Nothing could bring me as much complete joy as my little squishy baby. Then another little one entered my home. As she grew my heart filled right up and I swore, yes swore, that nothing on earth could be more beautiful and that I couldn't possibly feel this immense love for any other child. Oh, but wait. My youngest little chubster has competely stolen my heart and is it weird that I hunger for him? That I find him completely delicious to look at and squeeze and cuddle? 'Cause I do. He seriously has a way... he lights up for me and smiles and giggles for me and frankly is simply irresitable. Someday I'm probably going to have to tell him no, but the few times I've tried his little bottom lip has shamed me back into hugging the heck out of him. I guess God knows that I'm supposed to love them all the most, because as impossible as it sounds, I do.

And either because of that or in spite of it, I haven't decided which, I'm giving someone else a turn. Don't worry, it's only for a few days. I'm escaping for the weekend with the biggest and strongest of my loves (don't tell coop, he thinks he's the strongest). Aunt Lindsay can feast on all the kissableness around here which just might balance the chase scenes, the after-meal clean up and the diapers. Let's pray for her, shall we? Sometimes I have to remind myself that these little people in my life aren't really mine, that I just get to take care of them for a while, and I've got to say, I am one heck of a lucky woman. I mean seriously, between the dancing, the kissing, the squeezing and the incredibly interesting conversation, I've really got it made.

One last visual for you and for me to remember. Do you know the scene in Friends where Phoebe is trying to teach Joey French? You know, where she says something and he's supposed to repeat it and what he says sounds nothing like what she said? That exact scenario has played out with Seneca and I several times this week. I really wish the written word could capture how completely hilrious and endearing it is to see her concentrate and try so hard to say what I'm saying and it isn't even close. Gotta give the girl props.

6 comments:

Dave and Treona said...

You make motherhood sound blissfully good. I am so happy you are enjoying motherhood and find sweet pleasure in the simplicity of dancing, talking, hugs and kisses! I need more reminders, like this, that having kids isn't just all about kids crying and poopy diapers, but full of fun and love!

Doug, Kalee, Jonah & Nora Lange said...

My favorite thing about toddlers is trying to get them to say words and having them sound nothing like what you said. Being a mom is the best. Its refreshing to hear and be reminded of why it brings so much joy.

Croslands said...

Well, while I would like to spend a little more time with your cute kids....I'm truly happy that you get to spend a little alone time whith your husband. He is such a sweet man and I'm sure that you never get enough of him. So enjoy.

Emily said...

I love the line "let's pray for her shall we?"!

wackywilsons said...

When are you going to write a book? I love reading your blogs!

I loved that letter to Santa...although I don't believe that there IS NOT a pair of jeans out there that would make your skinny bootie look fantastic.

Another baby? I hope that Santa brings you only one this time, not two in the same year:)

Jana said...

I have to agree. Nothing beats being a mommy. NOTHING! Even when they are making us nuts, I still end up craving to play with them in the morning. As long as it isn't too early. :)