X. is turning 21-month tomorrow. He’s still such a baby. He likes to be held and cuddled. Two days ago, I was talking about his younger days, how he cried with the baby-ish sounds. Immediately, he mimicked the cries of little infants and smiled, making sure I know he’s still a little baby. And, alas, he still is not weaned (his favorite food is still breastmilk, arrggh!).
But, I often remind myself that he will be a baby small enough for me to hold for only this bit of time. Soon, he’s going to not want mommy this much anymore. It’s such a blessing to have a baby to hold. I need to enjoy this blessing gratefully.
Was up late last night surfing the site of Kids in Danger. It’s a not-for-profit org. started by my two mentors when their 16-month old son died in an accident involving a recalled crib that was not actually *recalled.* Reading their story the umpteenth time, I am still almost in tears when I read how the mother held the child’s body at the hospital. B. says I’m always obessive about everything. That’s only because he’s not a mother.
A decision has been made to send X. to daycare . . . my paranoia . . . well, X. is waking up now, gotta go. That baby always wakes up angry and crying until he gets mommy/breastmilk.
