“I Don’t Want to be a Mom Anymore!”

“I don’t want to be a mom anymore!”

About a decade ago, Erin made Taite a darling diaper bag, bought her a sweet little doll, and added all the accessories a baby would need and gave it to Taite for her birthday..

I looked on and thought, “She is smitten with mothering.” Meanwhile, Taite was ever so slowly having a mommy meltdown; she took this plastic gift of life seriously; her doll was with her 24/7 and she was doing all the important things to keep her alive. And it just wore Taite to a frazzle. One  night when I went in to say goodnight, the baby was not snuggled up next to her. I wondered where she was.

Taite absolutely wailed, “She’s in your room… on your bed…I don’t want to be a mom anymore! Can you take care of her?!”

There lay the doll. And all her stuff. I put the demanding little thing inside her diaper bag and made her disappear. And that ended Taite’s doll playing days. Forever.

I remembered all that on Christmas morning when I opened my gift and thought, “I don’t want to learn to use this!”  I wanted someone to take the camera, box it back up and put it under my bed. It scared me to have to sit and really learn how to take good pictures, with a camera that had buttons and knobs and lights and twirls.

 Andrew totally knew  that I was having a technology meltdown right there on blessed Christmas morning  and said, “There’s no pressure, if you want to learn to use it that’s fine, if you never do that’s okay too.”

 As it turns out wailing about doing hard things when you’re five years old is a bit different than whining when you’re a full grown woman;  and it would have maybe been nice to know how to use my camera when Jarrett did a little modeling stint for a wedding convention. I’m going to learn to use this thing because otherwise this is as good as it gets:

                                                                                           Whoops, time delay shooting made me miss him entirely here. P1000210

                                                                                          And here he is just leaving. That’s his hand curved like a boomerang, I’m pretty sure.

                                                                               And after the show. Kind of sad that I begin to think this is a good shot because you can decipher human form.


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8 Responses to “I Don’t Want to be a Mom Anymore!”

  1. David says:

    You guys always crack me up!!

  2. Shirley Heward says:

    It’s all good Teri!

  3. Sharon says:

    I’ve acted like Taite on occasion in years gone by – but I couldn’t just put my baby in the diaper bag and under the bed. BUT, you can learn this camera thing.

  4. Sharon says:

    A camera sounds real nice. I hope to get a DSLR someday.

  5. Lisa says:

    Great read!

  6. jill says:

    Or…you could do what I do and wait for your daughter to take amazing pictures (ahem Hannah?) and then discover that she’s too busy to take them and fall back on lame free pics from the internet.

    Whatever works! Your previous posts with pictures have been awesome btw.

  7. Jenny says:

    I came to your page and am interested in your subject matter. Thanx

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