Just one of those days….
My sister - friend gave birth to her first child very far away from me. Although a few of my frineds’ kids call me aunt, I feel I just became an aunt today. She gave birth very far away from me, in a totally differnt time zone and her husband called me less than 15 minutes after the birth, very early morning my time, and we cried and laughed and cried more on the phone…and then I called my better half that is on a business trip and is on totally another time zone…I woke him up and cried and laughed and chat and he was yawning for half of it and speechless from joy for another half…..
Just one of those days….
My sister- friend called me from hospital and after a serious cry and laugh and cry and chat….she told me about the night and day that she had and how all ended up in my nephew being born….and then she, being totally consumed with fatigue, adrenalin rush and good amount of Prolactin and “happy” hormone (the one and only: Endorphin) asked me the big million dollar question:
"Tell me something. The rest of the child rearing can not be as hard as my last 15 hours…can it?”
I laughed and teased and avoided the answer altogether….after all it is not that often that we, mothers, can be high on such natural happy hormones!!! Why spoil it for this sweet sister of mine?!
Then I put the phone down and had to deal with one of those toddler days…one of those days that if someone would have pulled out every hair on my head, would have been so much easier and less painful than going through all the tantrums, terrible twos pattern of behavior, whining, non stop talk and question, refuse to do anything that is being asked for and do everything that is a big NO NO NO!
One of those toddler days that Mamma did not say much other than:
Don’t do it!
Stop it there Mr.!
Don’t even think about it!
I know your trick my boy!
Where do you think you are going?
And what does that cry mean now?
Please be gentler
Watch where you are running to
Hello, mamma is calling for you
OK time for "time out"!
Just one of those days….
He is in his crib now and tries to fall asleep and I am sleeping with my eyes open, the irony of life...
I am typing these words and thinking of my sister – friend…Oh my dear sweet sister. The labor is so much easier than the child rearing. It is a tough role, it is exhausting, it will push your boundaries beyond anything in your life, there are times that you want to cry out of exhaustion and desperation, there are times that you are truly clueless and unbelievably out of any patience, there are times that you feel how can I go on one more minute and above all there is that good old guilt and second guessing of the mothers….and yet at the end of the day while you go through all that roller coaster rides and the three ring circus acts, while every cell in your body aches and the pain can be felt in every muscle and bone of your half broken body, you just smile…
Even when smiling is too energy consuming: you still smile!
Even if your facial muscles don't work anymore, you will still smile in your heart!
Just one of those days….