Washed up Memories
My daughter has so many cute qualities my heard hurts when I think of them. And then I am immediately appalled that I can barely remember my son's just as cute qualities at the same age. How is it that we so easily forget. Because when I think back to his barely 6-month-old life, all I remember are sleepless nights of nursing every hour. And being so tired I couldn't even think straight.
I know he said cute babble words like "blah, blah, blah!" and that he did the baby sign for nurse (all the time in fact) as well as having a very healthy laugh that made my heart burst every time I heard it (and at this age, I remember it was a goal to see how many times I could make him laugh).
But the rest of it--the way he smelled after a bath, his night time snuggling, the way his toes curled when he nursed, or the way he pushed his nose onto my neck, and he let he cheek rest on mine... it's gone. The memories are gone. Watching (and experiencing) this with my daughter, I am begging for them back. Please. Otherwise I might be the mom on the block with 11 kids. I love these moments.
I know he said cute babble words like "blah, blah, blah!" and that he did the baby sign for nurse (all the time in fact) as well as having a very healthy laugh that made my heart burst every time I heard it (and at this age, I remember it was a goal to see how many times I could make him laugh).
But the rest of it--the way he smelled after a bath, his night time snuggling, the way his toes curled when he nursed, or the way he pushed his nose onto my neck, and he let he cheek rest on mine... it's gone. The memories are gone. Watching (and experiencing) this with my daughter, I am begging for them back. Please. Otherwise I might be the mom on the block with 11 kids. I love these moments.
Labels: me, The Kiddo, The Peanut
