Consider yourself warned!
A guide for those who think they want children.
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Last week, one of my friends had her first baby. She had a little boy. I envy her. I miss those days when my kids were little. That was a special time. They were so adorable. I was able to smother them with hugs and kisses and no one would complain. They would just smile at me and wave their little arms and legs. After my ex-husband left for work, and I would lay the baby on the bed and just talk to my baby. It was our special time together. To be quite honest, I can’t remember what I did the rest of the day, but I do remember just laying on the bed, talking to my little angel. I hope my friend will have that same experience. Actually, I hope that for all mothers. There is just something special about bonding with your child. For most mothers, the love that you have for your child multiplies exponentially during that time. There is nothing quite like it.
Eventually, the baby will become a toddler and learn to crawl and then walk. I remember when my babies were learning to walk. I would hold those little hands to steady them. The smile on their faces was infectious. But then, they learned to run. Let me tell you, if you’re not in shape when you have a baby, you will get in shape once they learn to run. I don’t know what it is about babies, but once they start running, they don’t stop. And you really must watch them. I mean, really, really watch them. One minute, the two of you are sitting in the living room watching tv. You’re tired. After all, you’ve been running after a toddler all day. You’re sitting on the couch and you think to yourself, “Let me close my eyes for just five seconds.” I am telling you right now, “Don’t do it!!!” But, you won’t take my advice and you close your eyes anyway. Five seconds turns into at least five minutes. When you finally open your eyes, guess what? That baby is gone! When you realize that your toddler is not where he or she should be, there is a sense of panic. Where is he? What did she get into? Did someone take them? Is everything breakable out of their reach? Wait, do I remember where I put the breakable things, or did I give them all away? When that kid is gone, every worse case scenario goes through your mind. And, mind you, you’re at home! So, you go looking for that kid, and eventually you’ll find him. If your lucky, that toddler is playing with the toys in his room. If you’re not lucky, something of yours will be ruined. Its funny how toddlers always seem to know how to find the expensive stuff. Its like they are born with a homing device that guides them to the pretty, shiny, breakable things. Actually, they have two homing devices. The other one guides them to anything that can make a mess … the dirt from the flower pot, the toilet paper, the egg, yogurt, or milk in the fridge. If it can make a mess, they will find it. So, now you’re mad at yourself for taking a catnap. How dare you? You don’t need to sleep. But you do. You tell yourself, “I know. I can take nap when this baby takes one.” Yeah, good luck with that. First of all, you have to get that baby to take a nap. Nine times out of ten, that child is not ready to go to sleep when you are. You can try laying in bed with him, but I guarantee you that you will fall asleep before your baby does. So, what do you do? You try to tire that kid out. You can try all you like, but at that age, it doesn’t work. I don’t think they ever get tired until they are teenagers. Then, they want to stay in their rooms and sleep, only coming out to use the bathroom and for food. What’s the point to all this? There is none. Sometimes, it feels good cherishing the memories. Make sure to make lots of memories and take lots of pictures. The time just flies by. So, now you know, and you can …. Consider Yourself Warned! Parents, what are your most cherished memories of your baby/toddler days?
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SassyGirlTye lives with her two wonderful teenagers in Brooklyn, New York. No matter what she says in her posts, she truly loves her children with all her heart.
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