Diggin’ the baby days

I cherish each day of my daughter’s babyhood. Everything is different through her almost 10-month-old eyes. More mundane tasks like going to Lowes for a dimmer switch hugely jump up on the “fun-ness” scale when I have her in tow. She flirts with cashiers, laughs at ceiling fans on display and stares up at me with intense focus from her shotgun seat in the shopping cart in such a way that I’m often left to wonder what secret she’s in on that I’m not.

I love the scampering of her hands and knees on the hardwood floors tipping me off that she’s on the move and looking for her mama. I love that a game of peekaboo results in rip roaring laughter. I love that I can kiss her hundreds of times a day, and she doesn’t push me away. I dread the day when she does. But I know it will come.

The teenage years are somewhere in our future, and I fully admit to worrying already about what they hold for both of us. The mother-daughter relationship can be a rocky one during these years, and I suspect she won’t take too kindly to me burying my head into her tummy and kissing her toes as I do now.

I’ll of course do my best to be an understanding and patient mom and to help her navigate what can be an emotional time for many teens to the best of my ability. But how do I keep her from being a snotty teen? How do I keep her from talking to a waitress in a tone that I’d reserve only for someone who had just mugged me on the street? You know the tone. It’s the one I witnessed some teen girls using the other day when speaking to the very same waitress who had just moments before gone out of her way to move my party to a table that better accommodated a baby and who then proceeded to make my daughter laugh.

I hesitate to even write about this because I’m quite sure that in my past I used the snotty teen tone on more than one individual (sorry mom)! Who am I to judge? But I did witness some teens treat a hard-working, happy-go-lucky person in a way that made me extremely uncomfortable, and I have to hope that I can help mold my daughter into the kind of teen who won’t do that.

At this period in my life, it seems so much easier to be the mom of a nine-and-a-half-month-old who wakes up with an ear-to-ear grin than the mother of a high schooler encountering the trials and tribulations of ages 14-18. But as she grows, I’m sure I’ll grow in my desire to see her come into her own. I just hope that as she does come into her own, she kicks the snotty teen tone to the curb.

One Response to “Diggin’ the baby days”

  1. Jack Howard Says:

    Love, love love your blog. So much of it rings true for me. It is also very funny! Langston has taught me to live in the present and enjoy every second of my time with him. Babies are such blessings 🙂

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