Excerpt from The New Momís 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 ó my new babyís cry.
No. Not yet. Not again. I havenít gotten anything done. I havenít 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 babyís room.
Iíd spent my sonís young life trying to deal with him ó nourish him, situate him - so I could get back to my stuff. I thought that was a momís 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 isnít a thing. He is the thing, my ďstuff,Ē my new center. And whatever else I thought was so important to do, that should move to the sidelines for now.