whoa dear mom,
holy shit!
as you know, i've recently started caring for a beautiful baby boy. formerly, i'd make up all kinds of excuses not to go near them.
wanna hold the baby?
no no, i'm allergic. but thanks.
hey gina, could you take the baby for a sec?
you know what? i just ate. no exercise for at least half an hour, sorry!
perfectly astonishing, then, that i'm spending this summer in company of a baby... and what a baby he is.
STATS:
Name: Luc XXXX
Weight: One and a half average adult size (female) bowling balls.
Size: Quarter of a Gina.
Likes: Elephant noises, cheese, peek-a-boo, eating twigs.
Speaks: Babble. Fluent.
Work History: Professional demolition man.
Salary Expectations: Cookies.
edging ever closer to thirty, it's an interesting place to find oneself in. i mean, i'm almost the age you were when you had me! and not too far down the line, a decision waits about whether i, too, shall join your ranks.
i have to admit that i'm taken by him. he's charming and delightful and so in the now, it's crazy. with him, it's all about the journey and every destination is paradise. i'm a student in the school of baby consciousness, of discovery and wonder...
and then he loses it and i think, "wanna go play with the sharks, Luc?"
it's incredible, the amount they eat. i don't eat as much as the baby does (then again, my brain stopped growing loooong ago.) but did i really eat that much? did i, too, gum your favorite shoes to death? did i bicycle-peddle all over your face while you changed my diaper? and even though i was a nightmare colic baby, you continued loving me anyway? that's pretty badass.
which brings me back to holy shit. this baby isn't mine and i won't make you a grandmother in the immediate future. the generational cycle is pulling -- i feel a part of it and apart, and it's complicated, as i'm sure it was for you, too.
but i hope, if or when it's my time, that i can remember Luc's absolute delight this morning as i changed his shitty diaper... which is to say that anything, anything, can bring us a little bit closer to grace.
until next time,
Gina
holy shit!
as you know, i've recently started caring for a beautiful baby boy. formerly, i'd make up all kinds of excuses not to go near them.
wanna hold the baby?
no no, i'm allergic. but thanks.
hey gina, could you take the baby for a sec?
you know what? i just ate. no exercise for at least half an hour, sorry!
perfectly astonishing, then, that i'm spending this summer in company of a baby... and what a baby he is.
STATS:
Name: Luc XXXX
Weight: One and a half average adult size (female) bowling balls.
Size: Quarter of a Gina.
Likes: Elephant noises, cheese, peek-a-boo, eating twigs.
Speaks: Babble. Fluent.
Work History: Professional demolition man.
Salary Expectations: Cookies.
happy baby and happy lady
edging ever closer to thirty, it's an interesting place to find oneself in. i mean, i'm almost the age you were when you had me! and not too far down the line, a decision waits about whether i, too, shall join your ranks.
i have to admit that i'm taken by him. he's charming and delightful and so in the now, it's crazy. with him, it's all about the journey and every destination is paradise. i'm a student in the school of baby consciousness, of discovery and wonder...
and then he loses it and i think, "wanna go play with the sharks, Luc?"
it's incredible, the amount they eat. i don't eat as much as the baby does (then again, my brain stopped growing loooong ago.) but did i really eat that much? did i, too, gum your favorite shoes to death? did i bicycle-peddle all over your face while you changed my diaper? and even though i was a nightmare colic baby, you continued loving me anyway? that's pretty badass.
which brings me back to holy shit. this baby isn't mine and i won't make you a grandmother in the immediate future. the generational cycle is pulling -- i feel a part of it and apart, and it's complicated, as i'm sure it was for you, too.
but i hope, if or when it's my time, that i can remember Luc's absolute delight this morning as i changed his shitty diaper... which is to say that anything, anything, can bring us a little bit closer to grace.
sour face!
Gina
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