Through various circumstances my day resulted in a massive amount of Boy in my house.
Six to be exact. They ranged in ages from 7 months to nearly 13.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a baby to take care of and it’s funny how fast you forget what seemed like a vortex of parenting. I forgot all about how scheduled my days were when we had a baby in the house. Life consisted of feeding, napping, burping and diapers.
I also forgot how naptimes were such a blessed time. They were manic in the sense that those precious 2 hours of sleeping baby were spent doing all the things you couldn’t do while they were awake; dishes, laundry, food prep, rest.
But the most amazing thing that I had forgotten were the sweet sweet times when I was feeding the baby. The times that you’re forced to rest. To sit still and just soak in this cute little amazing creature with big trusting eyes staring at you as they drank from you or their bottle. Those times that were so quiet and peaceful, the pace so relaxed and focused.
I thoroughly enjoyed being the “Mommy” of a baby again today. Even thought it was just a temporary fill-in for the real deal.