By the time we had two children and were pregnant with the twins, we started to get more advice and offers of help. "Do whatever you have to do to get sleep yourself," one would say.
"Really, let us know when we can watch them for a few hours so you can get a break," some other brave soul would offer.
By the time our fifth came along and all were under age 5, we were blessed with help, gifts, and words of wisdom from many friends and family. And of course, we greatly appreciated all of this, as it was a very physically demanding time in our lives. Days were filled with diaper change after diaper change, nursing, holding, chasing, bathing, etc., and we had sore backs and scattered-brains to prove it.
So here we are, ages 5-9, and I'm thinking lately that we need to start a new trend in society: "child-showers", instead of baby showers. And I'm really not talking material items here (although they do go through shoes like diapers around here!). While we needed help physically in the baby years, it's the mental/emotional/intellectual torrent that leaves me ragged these days. They talk, they question, they lecture one another, they talk, they question again, they need interaction!
I can picture it now, instead of people offering burping advice or to rock the baby, they would say things to parents like me like, "You know, handling that emotional withdrawing in your daughter like this...", or "Would it be OK if I spent some time crafting with your 6-year-old?"
A girl can dream, right? ; )
Monday, July 20, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
In which you see I am a slavedriver
Me (dumping a new pile onto the bed): "Come and fold, Delaney."
Delaney (coming in to fold): "I knew you were going to say that."
Me: "Wow. How do you know such things?"
Delaney: "Because, whenever you see a pile of laundry and then you see me, you say, 'Come and fold'."
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