Bracing for Baby Deprivation
August 11th, 2011
Every now and again, as I gaze at my chubby, smiley, fabulous ten-month-old son, I’m walloped by a wave of sadness. Out of nowhere it hits me so hard it literally takes my breath away: I’m going to be baby-less soon, and I am not ready. Miss Mouse is already two-going-on-teen and Buggie will be walking, talking, and sassing me sometime in the next blink of an eye.
I’m absolutely ecstatic about our plans to adopt Baby3. But the reality is, it’s really going to be Child3. Odds are good that our third child will be a toddler by the time he or she arrives in our home. I may well be experiencing the final days of babyland.
(I’m not giving away all my baby gear yet, mind you, because if there’s one area where you don’t want to tempt Murphy’s Law, it’s procreation. Seriously.)
It’s a tough thing. You hear all the time from experienced parents that time flies. That you need to savor every moment. That, before you know it, your tiny perfect baby with fat rolls for thighs will be headed off to college.
But you don’t really believe it. In your deepest heart, you secretly believe that you’ve got all the time in the world for rocking, and playing peek-a-boo, and rubbing your cheek against that fuzzy head.
It goes fast. That’s all I’m saying. Thus, I am logging off of my computer and taking my babies to the park. Good bye.