jeudi 12 janvier 2017
I'm Worried I Like Babies More Than Kids
The following post was originally featured on Carriage Before Marriage and written by Amy Wruble, who is part of POPSUGAR Select Moms.
My husband and I have a long-standing disagreement: I'm madly in love with babies. He wishes our kids could be born at 2-years-old.
Maybe it's a woman thing, but how can anyone not be obsessed with babies? Sniffing their fuzzy duckling heads while they snuggle in for a nap on my chest gets me higher than any drug. Watching them breathe, staring into their wide, alien eyes, and feeling the clutch of tiny fingers around mine is the closest thing I've had to a religious experience.
But to my husband, babies, while cute, are fairly useless.They can't tell jokes.They can't ride a bike or go bowling. All they know how to do is poop and keep you up all night. So when our kids were little babies, he literally counted down the days until they were toddlers. "Stop wishing it away!" I would yell at him, as if his complaints had the power to speed up their fleeting infancy. We have never seen eye to eye on this.
When our first kid got old enough to skip down the street singing made-up songs, my husband started truly loving fatherhood. He embraced all the daddy stuff you can't do with a baby, like hoisting our daughter on his shoulders, taking her to the diner for hot cocoa and chocolate chip pancakes, and explaining Star Wars. This was the job he signed up for. I am glad for him. For her. For both of them. And a little bit sad for me. For not only am I obsessed with babies, but I feel much more competent taking care of them. Babies' problems are easily solved with a boob, a cracker, a snuggle, or a nap. When they get frustrated, distracting them is a simple as, "Look, the garbage truck!" Mothering babies may be tiring, but it's satisfying in its straightforwardness.
Babies never say "You're the worst mom in the world," just because you wouldn't let them have a popsicle before dinner. Babies don't kick the back of your seat while you're driving when they don't like the song on the radio. Babies don't ask you all about dead bodies and sexual intercourse and Jesus before you've had breakfast. I can change a blowout diaper in an airplane bathroom with no changing table without breaking a sweat, but I still don't know how to respond when my kindergartener says she hates me…
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