Excerpt from The New Mom’s Guide to Living on Baby Time
My New Center:
I was standing at the kitchen counter, poised to attack the stacks of mail and bills and newspapers and dirty dishtowels surrounding me, and I hear it — my new baby’s cry.
No. Not yet. Not again. I haven’t gotten anything done. I haven’t even showered. The books said he should nap about two hours. I tried to will him back to sleep. I even muttered a prayer under my breath. Pleeeese, not yet. I need to do my stuff.
He wailed again.
I unclenched my fists and my eyes and made my way to my baby’s room.
I’d spent my son’s young life trying to deal with him — nourish him, situate him - so I could get back to my stuff. I thought that was a mom’s routine. But for some reason, on this day, a light bulb went on, as I felt defeated by the number of things on my to-do list. A voice inside said, He isn’t a thing. He is the thing, my “stuff,” my new center. And whatever else I thought was so important to do, that should move to the sidelines for now. |