
Hopefully the second time around I’ll get less caught up in those involuntary comparisons. I will try, as they used to remind us during tests in school, to keep my eyes on my own work. Maybe this time I’ll be the mom with one of those magically bottomless diaper bags that can produce a wet wipe in five seconds flat, or crayons and coloring pages for restaurant entertainment, or a spillproof cup of Goldfish or Cheerios at just the right moment during a long errand run. I’ll have Band-Aids and hand sanitizer on my person at all times, several changes of season-appropriate clothes, and spare pacifiers in every corner because I swear to God those things have legs.
More likely I’ll forget a lot of stuff, a lot of the time. I’ll leave the baby powder container open because of sleep deprivation or laziness. At least once during her life I’m bound to dress her in direct opposition to the weather. I will—because sometimes it’s just funny—at some point laugh when she trips over air and slides down the hall on her knees, or walks into a wall because she's in that bizarre toddler fog and they're straight-up blind in those moments. And she’ll be ok. Just like Alex has always been ok, just like we are all ok, more or less, despite (or because of) parents who are human and as such make all kinds of mistakes along the way. Kids really are elastic, in mind, body, and spirit.
I also realize, sort of against my will, that these are the easy mistakes. For Alex, tweenhood, teen years, and beyond are right around the corner, harboring all kinds of as-yet-untold horrors. I'm bound to long for the days when my biggest missteps were forgetting to pack a snack or to remind him to brush his teeth. Golden simplicity. These are the days that one day will be the good old days.
Alex, you are my heart. I apologize in advance for all the screwing up I’ve yet to do.
I know you aren't referring to me-Cathy. In the slim chance that you are, I have greatly disguised my true "Mommy Dearest" characteristcs.
ReplyDeleteI once ate all my mom's birth control pills. AND my mom drank grape daquiris the whole time she was pregnant. So if I came out (mostly) okay, I'm thinking there's not much chance of the rest of us doing worse than that. Or at least I keep telling myself that.......haha
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Cathy, of course I mean you! I'll believe the MD thing when I see it.
ReplyDeleteKeri, you crack me up. Grape daiquiris sound really awful. Congrats on coming through THAT ok!
Grape daiquiris do sound awful. Julie, I'm so happy you took a picture of the powder incident. Not only because it makes me laugh every time I see it but because in that moment when you could have been freaking out (I would have been) you took the time to capture that memory forever.
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