Mama Mondays - Sometimes You Don't Get to Eat, and That's Okay
|Playing with the "pretties" I keep just for him.|
|Willem and Sophie doing tummy time together.|
|Chillaxing with Dad|
I went in, tried to soothe and calm down my sweet little baby. He of course immediately stopped crying the second I picked him up and snuggled right into me (so sweet). Problem is, of course, I still had to get the older one down for his nap, so, baby had to be put back down. The second I did, he started wailing.
I went in to change Jack and read him his nap time story. While I was changing him, he could tell I was annoyed. He said, "It's okay mom, sometimes babies cry, and that's okay." (This is something we have said to him). I can always count on my wise little Jack to pull me out of myself, well, a lot.
I looked down at him and smiled and said, "You're right sweets, sometimes babies cry, and that's okay." I explained to him that his brother's mouth hurt and that is why he was crying a lot lately. I asked him, "When you're sick, who is it that you want to hold you and take care of you?" He looked me right in the eye, pointed at me and said, "You." "Right, Mom. Brother just wants his mommy to hold him, because he's sad and doesn't feel good, and needs some love. That's what mommy does a lot of the time. That's what I'm here for, to hold you guys and love you and make you feel better."
Fortunately, my poor baby is so tired, that after going back in to hold him for a few minutes two more times, he has been asleep for the past hour. I realize that they go through so many changes and growing in just one year, I'd cry too if I were them!
So thanks to my funny little Jack, for shutting down my pity party today and reminding me that I am their mother, that is my first job, they come first, sometimes I don't get to eat for six hours, most of the time I don't get to sleep because I lie awake at night full of thoughts about them that my brain won't shut down, there really isn't a whole lot of separation from them ... and that's okay. Because some day, they won't snuggle right into me when they're sick or sad, they won't just want their mom, they may want nothing to do with me at times, and they'll grow up and have lives of their own.
Nothing is perfect. My baby is wailing upstairs now; nap time is over. Gotta go! :)
|Love these two|