Saturday, June 20, 2009

Just a thimbleful

It's true that everything that's awesome about being a mom would fill every ocean in the world -- the first time you see your baby would probably fill just one to overflowing all by itself.

It's equally true that some things about being a mom aren't quite so endearing. But because I know how fortunate we are to have such a happy, healthy, smart, funny, beautiful girl* I will limit my list of complaints to the liquid equivalent of a thimble. And in this thimble you would find:

  • Weekend wake-up calls when you've been given the clear to sleep in. "Mama! It says eight-oh-eight and that means I want you to get up now!"
  • Negotiating... well, everything.
  • Debating the fundamental benefits of going poo in the potty.
  • Stepping on rocks, dolls, crayons, plastic caps, Hot Wheels, grapes, and all things small.
  • Having an audience in the bathroom. Every. Single. Time.
  • Donning a bathing suit in public. (ONLY for my daughter. And to everyone at the Jordan Y today, my sincerest apologies.)
  • Shiny purple things.
  • Time outs.
  • Naps refused.
  • Pinky Dinky Doo. Worse yet, Lazy Town.

See, it's not a long list. And, I suppose, more than a fair trade.

*Yes, I do know this. I am reminded every, single day -- and I never take it for granted.

1 comment:

elaine brenner said...

Ooo! I love this list.

I'd add to it...(once they're older)...

Getting to answer, "But WHERE do the sperm swim?"