I'm Still Here, Are You?
The Buddhists are right; suffering comes from desire. After several very frustrating days home alone with Mr. Hoo-Hoo, I realized what I'm sure every parent worth a drat has also realized: I was frustrated because I wanted to be doing something else. Not something else rather than hanging out with the baby, but something else while hanging out with him. My mind hadn't made the switch from what a day off meant in the Before Times to what it means now and it was driving me nuts. I had books I wanted to read, blogs to compose, Madden to play, sleeping in to do, a story to write -- not being able to give them the time I'd hoped to made for long, pissy days.
We're better now though. I've let go of (most of) those desires (hence the dearth of posts here) and have had some great days with Li'l G. We play, we eat, we watch baseball, he naps and I read a little. He's beginning to crawl and the noises he makes are starting to sound like random syllables -- he's trying to figure out how to talk. (By the way, nothing's pissing me off lately as much as other parents telling me that I don't really want him to learn to talk. That he won't shut up and I'll hate it. That's insulting. Why do they think we had a child? So he could stay a baby forever? So he could never turn into a person with something to say? So I could avoid engaging with him?) Anyway, we're generally having a good time here -- I guess we're both growing up. I'm glad we waited as long as we did -- we'll be married ten years in December -- but I can't imagine Life without the little fella.
Things have gotten very interesting on the work front. We've come to some conclusions that will almost certainly affect Life around here. There's a downright amusing story that goes with all of that, but I gotta go -- the baby's crying...
P.S. Friday night mi madre and I went to our anual belated Mother's Day Red's game. It had been raining when we got there and my mom, (who's smart like this,) whipped out the paper towels she'd grabbed from the restroom and began to dry our seats. "Thanks, Mom," I said. "It's been a long time since you've wiped my seat."
We're better now though. I've let go of (most of) those desires (hence the dearth of posts here) and have had some great days with Li'l G. We play, we eat, we watch baseball, he naps and I read a little. He's beginning to crawl and the noises he makes are starting to sound like random syllables -- he's trying to figure out how to talk. (By the way, nothing's pissing me off lately as much as other parents telling me that I don't really want him to learn to talk. That he won't shut up and I'll hate it. That's insulting. Why do they think we had a child? So he could stay a baby forever? So he could never turn into a person with something to say? So I could avoid engaging with him?) Anyway, we're generally having a good time here -- I guess we're both growing up. I'm glad we waited as long as we did -- we'll be married ten years in December -- but I can't imagine Life without the little fella.
Things have gotten very interesting on the work front. We've come to some conclusions that will almost certainly affect Life around here. There's a downright amusing story that goes with all of that, but I gotta go -- the baby's crying...
P.S. Friday night mi madre and I went to our anual belated Mother's Day Red's game. It had been raining when we got there and my mom, (who's smart like this,) whipped out the paper towels she'd grabbed from the restroom and began to dry our seats. "Thanks, Mom," I said. "It's been a long time since you've wiped my seat."
1 Comments:
This sense of humor is one of the
reaons we really love you and wish
we could see you more! You may or
may not know that your mother felt
the same way as you do about babies growing up into people you
can talk to. She was, and is, a
good mother. I'm glad you talk to
her. Nana
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