(Doing a pint at Mr. Thomas's Chop House, Manchester, England, 2009).
Sometimes it's hard for me to remember BMH (Before Mary Hadley). But for the first 29 years of my life, she wasn't there. I slept whenever I wanted. I spent money on yarn with abandon. I got to sit around places and drink beer. And yet, somehow, I remember thinking that I was poor. Busy. What a moron.
But now, it's like she's always been there. Part of it is because I love her so much and I can't imagine life without her. But mostly, it's because I am so tired, and she is so needy, that she's wormed her way into the core of my psyche so I can't even sleep a night through without jolting awake because I thought I heard her crying. I think it's in this state of exhaustion induced stupidity that I'll think thoughts like, "Where was MH when we went to England? Did my mom watch her?" Only to then realize that we went a year before she was even conceived.
And now, we're doing it again. I've mentioned it in passing, but I'm 15 weeks pregnant. There's a lot to be excited about, and I'm looking forward to it. But it's also making me a bit nostalgic for right now. Because MH will be an only child for just another five months, and then everything will change. It's good change, but it's also a little bittersweet. She's going to be the kid awkwardly holding the baby in the pictures. Never again will she be the baby.
But then I think about how one day, my kids will (hopefully) be grown up and gone. Their childhoods are finite. And this makes me so excited, both for the next 20 something years, and also that it won't always be like this. At some point, my body will be mine again. My life. I can go back to the BMH time of limitless freedom, where my days are my own. It reminds me of what Homer Simpson said when he had to go live in the nursing home with his dad: "Being old is like being a baby, except you're old enough to appreciate it!" Never again will I make the mistake that I am busy, when I can sit and drink a beer and knit whenever I want.

Um, so this made me cry a little bit. Another "awesome" side effect of being a mom for me. In addition to waking up at any given hour of the night for no real reason other than thinking I heard my child dying in the other room, I now cry at anything remotely poignant/sad/happy/sappy/exciting/fill-in-the-blank. And I'm not even currently pregnant. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteTOTALLY! A few weeks ago, we were watching Cars and I started crying. It's ridiculous.
DeleteDon't even get me started on Finding Nemo...
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ReplyDeleteoh thank god.. i though it was only me who while not currently pregnant still cries while watching an ad with sentimental stuff happening..
ReplyDeleteJust 20 more years to go and we will be us again.. but by that time i think we will have forgotten how to sleep in late.. and won't know what do with ourselves after 10pm..
Congratulations on the coming baby..
while so much of it is difficult when they smile, do something cute, hug you.. it makes it all worth it.