just about every little girl starts dreaming of mommy moments when she gets her first baby doll. she holds that doll, dresses it, wraps it up in blankets, perhaps even feeds it or changes its diaper. it goes everywhere with her. and she loves it.
around middle school, she gets a more realistic idea of what mommy-dom is like if she starts babysitting. she might realize that, unlike that first baby doll, a real child does not lie still for a diaper change. or allow its caretaker to squeeze its head between her knees as she struggles to get that cute outfit on. real babies are wriggly, messy, and often loud little bundles.
despite some interesting babysitting moments, most girls do not stop dreaming about mommy moments. slobbery baby kisses. cozy baby cuddles. contagious baby giggles.
and it is true. those mommy moments are wonderful.
the kind of mommy moments that no little girl dreams about seem to be the most frequent in my world.
a sweet snuggle with a little guy as he nuzzles his head into my shoulder, opens his mouth and chomps down hard enough to leave a bruise.
the bulb syringe, working hard to pull all that delicious mucous out of a tiny nose.
a little one crying as i cradle his head to my chest hoping he will vomit down my shirt rather than anywhere that might be visible and disgusting for the other patrons of starbucks.
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This too shall pass my dear friend! And I promise there will come a day when you look back at their baby pictures and only remember the "mommy moments" you had always dreamed of!
Sorry, but I laughed out loud at that last one!
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