Sometimes this baby is a ticking time-bomb…can you believe it?

 

 

 

We have a 6 month old baby who sleeps inbetween us now.

She has her own bed…a “co-sleeper” that’s attached to the side of our bed….but she ends up sleeping between us most nights.

This little baby is cutting teeth.

Sparrow is a beautiful, mostly placid little baby. She has a smile that appears like an everyday rainbow and melts hearts. She’s like an X-Man in that regard…superpowered and ready for action…..”Heartmelter”.

But…this little baby is teething and when she eats it hurts.

It is hard to sleep when someone with sharp new teeth is biting you.

When Sparrow is awake, sometimes it’s hard to get her to calm down. She’s usually pretty calm…so we wonder what’s bothering her when that happens.

We know that it’s probably the teeth coming in…but we always wonder anyway.

So we spend a lot of time carrying her and singing, cooing…trying anything to get her to be happy again.

So…with that in mind, I must say….

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!!

You know…I was just thinking about carrying Sparrow….and then I started thinking about carrying all our kids….all our kids who, for the most part, are pretty easy-going young people.

They are pretty easy-going…but each of them had their moments when they were bawling their heads off for some reason and we were desperately…tiredly….trying whatever we could think of to get them to sleep….so that we could go to sleep.

That must be an equation somewhere…..COMFORT=COMFORT….”You scratch my back…and I’ll”… fall asleep and leave you alone for a minute or two so that you can fall asleep, too….

But…I guess that I’m digressing…flying off on a related tangent…circling the point….droning on and on about droning on….

What I was thinking was that most of us….hopefully most of us…have had someone to carry us while we yelled our head off at some point in our lives.

Now, it could have been when we were infants…it could have been when we were entering puberty.

It’s kind of hard to say.

Usually, though, it’s when we were just little, tiny babies.

Someone carried us like we carry Sparrow now…trying everything to comfort us that they could think to do.

That’s easy to forget when we enter adulthood…when we mature…when we’ve picked more appropriate and socially tolerated ways to “red-faced scream”.

Somebody carried us…someone held us and took care of us.

That’s pretty wild when you can stop long enough to think about it a little.

And even wilder…how about the situations where the birth mother couldn’t take care of the baby for some reason…and someone else steps in to hold and comfort?

That’s wild! It’s hard enough when the screaming baby is “your own”…but I guess that when you make that decision, to love and protect…that baby is really your “own” from the minute you first hold it.

So…to all the mothers…but especially to my wife….and the mother of our children….please do have a really great Mother’s Day !!

These things that you do…everyday, every night…are huge.

These “little things”….are huge.

We love you.