Savvy Stories chapter 3 Post Sunday October 27, 2013 As I was carrying my sleeping daughter upstairs to her bed, I realized that one day she will be too big, too heavy, too whatever, to do that anymore. And I really love doing it. Im glad that day is still a long way off. As a non-dad, or maybe the term should be pre-dad, you just never contemplate things like that. I don’t think it’s the same for women, either. Ladies tend to spend a lot of time thinking about this stuff, especially for the 9 months of countdown to arrival. Guys probably don’t, most of us. So it has a different affect when we realize now fun and good it is, how something so simple and satisfying, that we never knew existed, is so enjoyable; and right after you realize that, it occurs to you that is very, very temporary, and will one day soon stop completely. Sure, your kid is always going to love you, but she isn’t always going to be somebody you can hold in one arm and carry up the stairs to bed. Almost as soon as you learn to enjoy it, because a lot of the time it’s happening at an inconvenient time, but when you start to enjoy it, you are also starting to understand what everybody always warned you about, that it goes by quickly. A few years ago when I still went to bookstores, I saw a book called The First Book of Last Times where the author discussed things like when was the last time your dad carried you to your bed because you were already asleep, or carried you in from the car after a drive… things like that. It touched a nerve because we were trying to have kids at the time and I thought it might be a sentimental thing to have around as a reminder of what everyone keeps telling me: how fast they grow up. And I know why. We can’t wait to see them lift their head, learn to roll over, see the first real smile, hear the first word, take the first step, say your name… and when they learn to do all of those things, they suddenly aren’t babies anymore and we wonder where the time went. So, as I am feeding my daughter while my own dinner got cold, or at 3am when she needed to be changed and fed, I remember that there are only so many of these moments when she is a baby, and a lot of them are already gone soon, never to return. Tomorrow she borrows the car and the next day off to college; next week she’s met a man and they are going to get married. Somewhere in there I will be thinking, she grew up so quick; she will be leaving. I will miss her. And that’s why I try to enjoy changing her diaper at 3am. That’s a special opportunity for some baby-daddy time that’s all mine and which will never return; but I get to keep it forever, no matter how grown up she gets. There’s maybe 800 times she needs me or someone else to hold that bottle for her, and 200 are already gone. The rest I split with her mom, grandma, friends… and I am happy to share with them. So I only have about 200 more that I ever get. Ever. They will soon be gone. Crazy, huh? (A friend read this to her 20 year old daughter, who replied, that she could still tie her shoes for her if she wanted to.) Come back tomorrow for the next installment of Savvy Stories chapter 3 If you are enjoying this Savvy Stories eBook, you can own it now through Amazon dot com for your Kindle, Barnes & Noble dot com for your Nook, and Smashwords dot com for your Apple iPad, Sony, or any other eReader!
Posted on: Sun, 27 Oct 2013 10:00:01 +0000
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