Wednesday, November 16, 2011

The "They Grow Up Before You Know It" Thing

Mildly Relevant Sidebar: While coming up with that Earth-shatteringly brilliant title, "I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman" started playing in my head. Just wanted to share that throwback, mildly disturbing bit of Britney earworm love your way. You're welcome!

I have a confession to make. When people - you know, those vague, capital "P" people - tell me the line about how your child grows up before you know it, I've smiled and nodded knowingly as if I couldn't agree more.

Truth is, until I returned from my Smug Married getaway two days ago, I didn't totally get it. Sure, now that we're well out of the newborn stage, most (non-teething) days fly by, and happily so. However, the one thing I've noticed about this stay-at-home-mom gig - a big perk, in fact - is how incremental most of my wee CEO's changes seem to be - that is, except for when he abruptly decides he no longer enjoys the formerly delightful food du jour, in which case he chucks it at me with the fervor of a third-world dictator happening upon a secret WMD stash.*
*Needless to say - but I will - this always occurs within 24 hours of my having stocked up on said food at Costco. Always.

This time, though, I came home expecting a baby and lo, there was a full-fledged b-o-y instead. I had to restrain myself from collaring the poor Anonymous Mother-in-Law and demanding to know where she'd hidden my wee precious infant baby darling angel. He was taller, he was less round, he was just . . .  just . . .



And - AND - he's picked up some party tricks I hadn't seen before, like flirting with any ladies within a ten foot radius . . .



. . . he's like an Ovarian Detection Device now ("ODD" - if only Naughty by Nature had thought of that obvious sequel) - as soon as I see the head tilt and the eyes glimmer, inevitably there's a mom-type cooing at him nearby.

Despite my ability to complain about anything and everything, I'm actually not whining here - what this realization reinforced for me again is that a little time away from Master P can be a good thing. I've mentioned different aspects of this here before; for example, our two mornings a week sitter, which allows me to do things like sit in coffee shops typing this nonsense, has been a mental saving grace for me.

What I hadn't realized, though, is that the occasional weekend away also gives me perspective on the "they grow up before you know it"thing - turns out, capital "P" People are right about that. Master P's life & mine are so inexorably intertwined, moment by moment, that it can be difficult to see much change in either of us. It usually feels like an "us", an inseparable team, in the best way.

Not to worry, darlings - this may read as my secretly itching for more time alone, but I still adore the stay-at-home gig and am not at all ready to trade in my Mom Uniform for the heels and Ann Taylor of my former lawyer life. And not only because I'm still dancing on the grave of that ill-suited career. Getting to see each little change as it unfolds is part of why I stay home; I'll just continue taking those occasional weekends away with the Anonymous Husband and appreciate coming back with a refreshed perspective when I do.

Know what I mean? Or do you suspect that I wrote this simply to post those photos and fish for complements about the obvious beauty of my child? (C), all of the above?

4 comments:

Jessica Hudson said...

It's all so true. Especially the stocking up on the favorite food of the week only for them to suddenly despise it! That going away and coming back to a changed baby is so bittersweet.

Muffy said...

WOW. He really IS growing up so very quickly! He's growing into QUITE the handsome little man, I might add!

Perfectly Imperfect said...

He does look like a little boy!!! Make it slow down!!

Amy @ Forever 29 said...

I feel ya..I begged Mr. B to keep BB up past his bedtime when I was coming back from Florida. Glad you and Master P had a sweet reunion.

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