When Thomas was a baby and I was a brand-new mom, and totally desperate
for sleep, I quickly found that he fell asleep easiest and stayed
asleep longest in my arms or on my chest.
The other day I was trying to have a snack that included chocolate
chips, and when I walked into the room where the boys were watching
Curious George, in order to sit and eat my snack and keep my eye on
them at the same time, I watched in amazement as, first John, then
Gabe, then Thomas, became aware that I had chocolate.
For the first half of the last school year, Gabe wasn't old enough to
not have to hold my hand when I brought Thomas to school, and Thomas
needed my help taking off his coat and hanging it up with his backpack
in his cubby, which made for an interesting scene: I had John in the
sling (thank goodness for slings!!!), I was helping Thomas off with his
coat and backpack with one hand, and crazy Gabe was doing all sorts of
gymnastics and even dragging himself sometimes while holding onto my
other hand. It was all I could do to keep my balance and my patience on
those mornings!
When I was growing up, I knew what “home” felt like.
Recently, I’ve been pondering a quote I read on a friend’s blog: “The value of marriage is not that adults produce children, but that children produce adults” (Peter De Vries).
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