As of 11ish this morning, Small turned 4. Yes, as his mother, I ought to know exactly what time he was born (along with how much he weighed), but I don’t. For me, it’s enough that I carried him in my uterus for 37 weeks and then birthed him.
Quite honestly, I barely remember what he was like as an infant (Henry, if you ever get around to reading these oinks of mine, you know Mommy loves you and just because her memory is crap doesn’t mean that you weren’t the most special 30th birthday present anyone could ever ask for).
I’m pretty sure that he was an easy going baby, but when I try and recall those special little moments with him—you know, the ones I should have recorded in a baby book—it’s as though I’ve been lobotomized. Medium was 20 months old when Small made his appearance; Large was in kindergarten. After struggling through the I-have-a-new-baby-who-doesn’t-sleep-at-night zombie phase, I returned to my human resources position where it was my job to fly all over the country and spank people (only in the figurative sense). Until recently, I had neither the time nor the inclination to look back; it was all I could do to look forward, put one foot in front of the other, and try not to drop any of the balls I was juggling.
You’d think that I wouldn’t wax nostalgic for those days, but sometimes, I do. I miss my co-workers and the easy banter that comes from working with people day in and day out. I miss the challenges of searching for the truth and articulating management’s best options for justice. I miss feeling that I am an expert at something—for God knows, I am no expert at parenting.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t regret my decision to take this hiatus from paid employment—I was lucky to have the choice. And I know I would be regretful had I kept on keeping on the way I was doing. Six months ago, my family was out of focus. Now, I am in the midst of an incredible opportunity to make memories with my children and to participate more fully in their lives.
There is a quote attributed to Oprah Winfrey but one I associate with Lynda Carter. Ms. Wonder Woman was attempting to revive her career after many years out of the spotlight—years in which she spent raising children. She told an interviewer, “I realized that you can have it all, just not all at once.” How that sentiment resonates with me!
So Small Henry, I may not remember our times as a nursing couple or when you cut your first tooth or what was your first word, but I know what you’re like now. And I’m writing it all down. Happy birthday, little man.
Then:
and now:
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December 10, 2009 at 6:19 pm
Nanna Georgia
Happy Birfday Henry!! I’m sure your got your birfday booty
December 12, 2009 at 12:24 am
patti
Just wanted to say I enjoyed your stories, observations. I have 6 grown children & several adopted who are all grown, not legally adopted.
My kids dad went in & out of drunkeness & drugs. I worked much of the kids’ growing yrs. At home or out, not accepting anything where I could not bring my children. I did tree work/landscaping with the kids’ dad a lot.
I remember some things, not a whole lot. But, like your children, mine were kind to each other, smart, & generally well behaved, normal kids.
Sadly, I was so busy I thought we had little $ until I figured out by finally looking at the check book, that $ was going somewhere. I also homeschooled my own & others for years, worked at the school as a volunteer, chaperone, & later as a teacher.
Today, 3 of my kids make over $100. (one at age 18-now a construction contractor, one is a lawyer in CA, 2 doing tree work-one also doing custom leather work, 2 in college).
Lost photos of the 1st 2 kids, have a few of them but the photos of the children have helped me to remember how beautiful they were (& are) inside & out. Blessings.
You write well, it was pleasant reading, nice style. Your kids are sweet.
December 12, 2009 at 8:30 am
Mary
Patti – thanks for sharing your story. It sounds like you did an amazing job raising your children while balancing a lot of other responsibilities and pressures. Women rock!