The most intimidating creatures on earth…babies-revisited
This week I’ll be up to my ears in tennis which really impedes my ability to write. Â It’s not that the sport takes my brains and turns them to goo….Mostly not. Â It’s not that I have no time to write after I play….Mostly not. And it’s not because I get too exhausted to write….Mostly not. Â It is however mostly because my racket hand gets so sore that to type is to torture. Â My fingers feel like rusty nails hanging off my body. So this week, since I have over, over, over booked myself to the point where I’m playing 6 times in the next 4 days (Ya, do the math on that!), I will be featuring some of my very earliest posts that I wrote at the very beginning of my blog when I had no one, mom you don’t count, reading me. Â I thought this would be a great chance for everyone to see a part of me they missed and a great way to let my hand stay attached to my body. Â Lets start with baby…..
November 19th, 2008
Tonight my group of tennis ladies had an end of season/early Christmas white elephant party since one of our out of town teammates is in town for a couple days.Â Itâ€™s always so nice to get together with all the ladies.Â The wine and margaritas were flowing freely and so was the chatter. When you took a look around the room you saw multiple conversations going on about who knows how many different subjects.Â But the amazing thing was there wasnâ€™t one person left in the corner by themselves.Â Everyone had someone to talk to and everyone has the same room full of friends so no one was lost in the conversation.Â I had to bring my daughter tonight because dear hubby was playing in our club tennis tournament.Â She spent the evening being passed around from one lovely lady lap to another and was just the cutest social butterfly ever.Â There isnâ€™t a mama out there that is more proud than I am tonight.
As I made my way around the room chatting about everything under the sun I started talking to one of the ladies about having kids.Â Sheâ€™s about my age, married and is starting to consider going down the preggo route.Â While I talked to her I saw a lot of my former self in her eyes.Â Her doubts and fears were my own not so long ago.Â Until I met my dear hubby I had pretty well decided that kids might not be in the cards for me.Â I was one of these women who was completely intimidated by these little creatures.Â I know, I know, all the women out there that were born to be moms and already had it programed in their DNA to be nurturers are all wondering how in the hell I could be afraid of such a cute little baby.Â Itâ€™s easy.Â They bite, they puke, they poop and pee and do any number of other disgusting things a person in their right mind wouldnâ€™t purposely want to be involved with.Â EWEWWWW!!Â They cry.Â REALLY LOUD!Â They donâ€™t let youÂ have personal conversations if they are in the room. They make your body look like you swallowed a watermelon while you’re pregnant and then like a deflated, flappy, good year blimp after they arrive.Â Forget long showers, forget makeup, and simply forget remembering to brush your teeth everyday.Â Sleep doesnâ€™t exist.Â Your deodorant will be your best friend but forget the perfume.Â All it does is make your baby sneeze and get snotty, and it doesnâ€™t cover up the smell of baby puke anyways.Â Forget clothes without stains and eating a meal without it getting cold.Â I could keep going but since this is a mommy blog and since most of my readers are moms I donâ€™t have to. You know where Iâ€™m at right now.Â I know all these things arenâ€™t that bad but knowing that all these things come in one very small, very breakable package is SCARY!
These were all the things I had heard about before I ever decided to have a child and my thoughts were NO THANKS! Â Iâ€™d rather eat toe jam.Â Then I met my husband.Â The man of my dreams.Â Heâ€™s so adorable itâ€™s hard not to think of what he looked like when he was baby.Â And then I started noticing how great he was with all his nieces.Â They LOVEÂ their uncle.Â He makes them laugh and always has something cool for the to play with outside.Â You know, because he still a big kid in many ways.Â The idea of a little ankle biter started growing on me.Â He made it seem like all the icky things Iâ€™ve already mentioned might not be so bad.Â But first we had to get past the thing that scared me most.Â The idea that my child wouldnâ€™t like me.Â I have always been the type of person who would make what I thought was a funny face at a child in a checkout line they would start screaming.Â I intimidated kids as much as they intimidated me.Â What would I do if my own child decided I was scary?Â Again, this might seem ridicules to all the experienced, always meant to be a mom, moms but to me it was an honest fear.Â But my hubby prevailed and convinced me that it wouldnâ€™t be that bad.Â That our own child would love me no matter what, and all the other funky stuff I could deal with too.Â Heâ€™s a very convincing man.Â Itâ€™s probably a good thing heâ€™s made a career out of tennis instead of being a con artist. He’s convincing but not very sneaky, and I’m not much into the idea of conjugal visits.
Long story short, we got pregnant.Â Had our beautiful little girl. Â And do you know what?Â Sheâ€™s not afraid of me!!Â And Iâ€™m not afraid of her!!Â Sheâ€™s the light of my life and I canâ€™t understand why it took me so long to do this.Â I do believe children have a sixth sense about people.Â Somewhere during my pregnancy the kids in the checkout lines started not being afraid of me and some even started to smile back.Â I think they sensed that I was a mommy (to be) and knew I was now part of that secret society.Â It was kinda weird to all of a sudden not be that intimidated person any more.Â Now I live in a sea of baby puke, pee, and poop and I wouldnâ€™t trade one minute of it.Â Not for all the diamonds in the world or all the ice cream at Ben and Jerryâ€™s.
So to my friend who I was talking to tonight.Â Go for it, if your ready to face the challenge. Donâ€™t expect yourself to ever be completely â€œreadyâ€Â because until the screaming beast actually arrives you wonâ€™t know the feelings Iâ€™m talking about.Â Thatâ€™s comes on his/her birthday.Â But what ever you decide to do I support you and you can practice with my little sweet ankle biter any time you want.