Watching grandchildren for most of a week, made me remember some of those things that begin to fade away as children get older.
The first thing I quickly remembered was just how fit a woman has to be to care for little ones.
I went into boot camp bicep toning that week because of all the baby and toddler hauling. Add to that the overall cardio training I gained by jumping up every ten minutes or so to get someone a drink, feed them, change a diaper, wipe a behind, find the sword and gun, get a sheet for the fort, it was a total workout.
I went into super fitness training when I had the really great idea of taking all the grandkids on a hike; a hike that we go on all the time. I never considered it long or grueling. But with a two-year-old “hiker” the road somehow lengthened considerably when it occurred to me that he was not going to make the whole trip on his own two little foot-long legs.
The road magically doubled in length when I began carrying Fox. I just kept looking off into the distance trudging on thinking, “I have no choice; I can’t just leave him on the side of the road.”
“Wouldn’t you like to walk for a little bit now, Fox?” Why no, he would not.
The second thing I toned up were my lawyering skills- who really did have that stool staked out first for breakfast? and how long can you be away from the stool before it’s not yours anymore-five minutes?, ten?, one hour?, whose turn is it to play Wii? are you really stuffed full or just too excited to eat? You sharpen your mind, catch the half truth, innuendos, siphon through for the reality of the situation.
The most memorable parsing for the week goes to Fox. When Taite came to tell me that Fox had socked Anwyn in the stomach over who knows what, I told him that he needed to go tell Anwyn he was sorry, he kind of cocked his head to the side and said, “I not sorry, I not.”
Okay,I loved that he was not about to be a white washed tomb apologizing to avoid punishment, making himself look good but not meaning a word of it. He simply wasn’t going to pretend; and say he was. “I not sorry.” I love that about two year olds.
I also recalled that week just how sweet bed is to a hardworking mom. When everyone else is in theirs, the house is more or less ready for the morrow, and for maybe ten minutes I’d sit in bed with a book luxuriating in the peace, and I rediscovered my wonderful downy pillow, the perfection of my thick comforting blanket and think, “wow, I used to do this everyday all year.”
Carpe Diem- Just kidding I guess that’s not the thing to say to young moms these days. Something about old women telling young mothers to carpe the diem and the young moms getting ticked about it. But I will say this-
Sweet young moms, be encouraged; you do a good work.