Why I do not want my kids to grow up (and some reasons I can’t wait)
Posted in Motherhood and tagged with breastfeeding, Motherhood on 05/13/2009 10:33 pm by Rachael
That’s right. I love my babies being babies. But before I jump into all my reasons I love being a mom to itty bitties, I find it absolutly essential to bullet point some of the things I will NOT miss.Â
1. Pooping with an audience. Why my children find the bathroom to be the very nucleus of entertainment when I need to use it is way beyond me. I have learned to power poop. Three minutes start to finish–including a hand wash–I am in and out before my kids have even missed me.Â
2. Sleep deprivation. I will love when I can go to bed when I want, sleep till noon if I want, and sleep in what I want (nude as the case may certainly be). And also to not wake up to a baby nursing away wondering how she got there; and how long she has been at it.  One day my boobs will be mine once again.    Â
3. Drugs and alcohol. And by drugs I mean the likes of Nyquil; the nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, fever, best sleep you ever got with a cold medicine kind of drugs. Having a cold sucks ass with a nursling–you just have to suffer through the old fashion way. And by alcohol I mean drinking a bottle of wine and giggling till you fall asleep kind of alcohol. Guess that one was pretty self explanatory. Â
What my heart will ache for when these days are gone:
- My kisses being packed with mystical magical healing powers. Right now mama’s kisses fix all scraps and bumps and it melts my heart every time
- My kids loving to fall asleep in my arms. I don’t know what I am going to do when they don’t want to cuddle in bed and drift into a peaceful sleep with me anymore. This is one of my favorite parts of my day and memories that I will cherish forever
- The sound of their high pitched innocent belly laughs
- Breastfeeding. While at times I can not wait to be done I will forever miss these moments when they are in my distant past.
- The pure joy I see in my son’s eyes when he has learned something new
- A little voice asking in every circumstance–”Can I help, I help mommy?”
- Being awakened by bright jubilant children smiling and bouncing with excitement for the new day
- Being able to use the word “maybe” instead of yes or no–and it working like a charm
- The witness of pure acceptance of people and diversity
- Knowing that mommy’s arms are the safest, warmest, most sought after place in their little world.
Motherhood rocks–kicks serious ass–this is a reminder to enjoy your babies. Breath them in and eat them up because these moments in life are unreasonably short. Remember to stop and smell the roses–or better yet the tops of your kids heads. They will be ungrateful teenagers before you know it! Yikes!
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May 13th, 2009 at 11:52 pm
Oh, how I agree. I so miss Aleve and Margaritas whenever I want. I’d pay somebody good money to let me sleep in on the weekends and not wonder how the kids got fed (my husband lets me sleep in, but that does not come free from guilt - whether self imposed or slathered on me by his yawns and “I’m tired” comments).
But what will I do when a kiss from mommy can’t cure the boys’ “Owies”? What will I do when they’re too big to carry around on my back? I’m really not looking forward to that part of it. That’s the part that makes me understand why that Duggar woman keeps spitting them out.
May 15th, 2009 at 12:53 pm
You make motherhood sound great! Can you put in some good words for marraige, too, because that’s scary!