I've been randomly thinking about what type of parent I've been for Harper up until now. One thing that's stuck out in my mind is when people would hold him. I would sweat over the amount of time that had past since they picked him up. I wanted them to hold, love and kiss him as much as they wanted but I didn't want them to feel like they were stuck with him. Looking back I think I probably was way too worried about that. They could put him down or give him back as soon as they wanted but I would feel so uncomfortable only because when I had held someone else's baby I was to shy to hand them back over. Well, I don't think shy is the right word for it but you get the idea. To be honest I never have had the "oh it's a little baby, I must hold that baby, that precious little baby" feeling. I may not be as motherly or womanly as you but I feel like I need to put it out there. I've never had an urge to hold a baby. Other than my own that is. I'm happy to hold my own offspring and it makes me happy. Just know that if you are holding a child of mine, I will be slightly worried you are sick of him/her and want to move on with you day. So if I hoover over you it's only to be there as soon as you are feeling done, not b/c I think you are going to drop him/her.
Speaking of holding a baby, Harper doesn't want to be held much anymore. He would rather walk and walk and walk around in circles. Isn't there a song out there about walking in circles? Seriously though, he sometimes dances (walks in a circle) or just walks in a circle. I think he likes that he can turn on a dime. :)
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Everytime I held Harper (thank you, btw, for letting me kiss his cheekies) I could hold him forever.
I was never interested in babies until I had my own. Scratch that -- I always loved my own babies, but I never cared for other people's children until after I became a more "seasoned" mother (meaning, a good 5 years into it). In fact, I STILL don't care much for other people's children, (I'm a rather intolerant person...shocking, I know) but when it comes to my nieces and nephews, I honestly do feel like in some tiny, minute way, they are partly mine. That familial bond runs strong in my veins, and I love those little ones fiercely. I love them, I think about them, I worry about them, and I pray for them. Which is why I'm such a family-baby-hog. Because I know this is the only time in their lives they will LET me smother them. And for that, I make no apologies. ;)
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