When the baby must be held precisely at dinner-making time, I'll remember that Ryan
Dinner making chez Harrington circa tonight. |
When the newborn doesn't give me a moment of privacy, I'll remember that Ryan gives that
Okay, okay.
When all of that and more happens, I'll remember that I look back and dearly miss those nights of tired pacing, dinner making with a Ryan-peanut on the side and one-handed Olympics even though they may still be happening, toddler-size.
Motherhood. It is a mystery.
When my now-17 year old was almost two, and I was HUGELY pregnant with his brother, he was STILL bringing my the sling so I would "hold" him. I actually went and bought a 2nd sling because I was afraid he would have a total freak-out if he saw the interloper in HIS sling. But somehow, he grew up when I was in the hospital and he was my "big" boy when I got home with the new baby.
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