Listening to: Catfish the TV show
Outside: Balmy, balmy, balmy! It's like Spain out there.
Summer is upon us. Welcome: grass clippings stuck to your feet; a happy glass of white zinfandel sweating in the sun; and BBQs. If autumn is the whisper, and spring is the breeze, then summer is a sigh of relief. I let my hair air-dry after a shower these days - in 26 degrees C (that's 78.8 degrees F in American money!), in a tank top and shorts, I am no longer freezing cold. Ahh, this is perhaps the best British summer I have enjoyed yet.
|Summer in London, deckchairs at Regent's Park. Picture from here.|
And parenthood continues one day at a time.
I recently admitted to a friend that my little girl (now nearly eight months old) no longer sleeps in her crib during her daytime naps. I explained that no matter what, as soon as her head touches that mattress, she's awake and screaming. I said, I just can't get anything done. I said, "She'll only sleep in my arms." The crazy, crazy, crazy thing is, I said that like I was spilling some kind of horrible dirty secret, like I never wash my socks or something.
My question is, dear reader, why did I feel guilty?
Is it because of the guidelines in NHS pamphlets telling me how to establish (and keep) good sleep habits? Is it because of advice of well-meaning friends? The endless Parade of Rules trumpeting past me, flowered-floats saying Attachment Parenting or Cry It Out or ONLY AT YOUR PERIL..?
And of course I consulted Dr. Google!
But you know what. I thought about it for a second. People have been having babies for millions of years. Babies used to be held in front or back slings twenty-four hours a day. Have the babies changed, or have our parenting strategies?
And even more than all that: have I ever heard anyone say, "I wish I'd held my baby less"?
This little Jellybean will be a baby only once.
When she is a young adult, I will have all the time in the world. And I will have had it for a long time by then.
So now we nap together, me and you, Jellybean.
Is the laundry going to get done in the usual efficient way? No. Will I put my phone down, finally, and stop surfing Ebay? Yes.
Because when it's nap time, it's just you and me, Jellybean. Rest well, dear heart. Sweet dreams.
|Me and you, you and me.|