They Do Grow
I envy my snoring better half engulfed by the cradle and is way far ahead to dreamland. There’s my Lukie too, dozed, arms stretched, feet apart and ready to kick the quilt when I cover him with it.
Oh never mind me, I’m blogging here. My left hand holding my Dylan who thinks its day time when its night. My right punching the keys while patting his back. He keeps on wiggling as if telling me, "le’me do it ‘ma, le’me, le’me!"
A friend came to visit us one time and told me not to spoil our baby. She had observed that I readily pick up my son from his cot when he cries and I carry him most of the time. "Let him cry, that’s his exercise", she said.
Cry is their means of communicating for %&//&%sake and we’re working on trust here you know! I didn’t tell her that of course. She might have read a different book on child rearing and I miss that page.
I’ll simply put it this way and it doesn’t need a child psychologist’s expertise to back me up. " Hold your children as much as you can, hug them, kiss them. Time flies so fast and a day will come, they’ll not let you do it any more."
I am now staring at the clothes my eldest baby took out from his wardrobe for him to use at school tomorrow. That used to be my job! I’m proud of this budding independence but inside I feel a pang. My, THESE little creatures really do grow!
