Babies Round Two

When I became a mommy thirty years ago, life was challenging because I didn’t have financial or emotional resources to make things easier. I was a good mommy and was resourceful and creative. I was on foot much of the time in the Arizona heat. We didn’t have cell phones or computers. We lived in apartments until the kids started school. I had a second marriage and a blended family.

Luckily, my daughter has a college degree, served in the military and is set financially. She has a good husband and all necessary resources. She also has me. I had vowed to myself to be there for my kids. I was at the hospital for the birth of both my grand-babies.

I babysit when I am in between jobs and still visit on weekends when I am working.

Then biggest difference I see between our roles is that she has more energy. Although she gets exhausted, she can still carry on day by day. Now at 55, once I sit down, I’m not ready to get up every two seconds to catch the toddlers jumping on me from the coffee table to the couch one hundred times.

I do get to have fun taking them to all the places I have my memberships at. It gives us something to do. They are not quite ready for teachable moments. Sometimes only mommy will do. When we are alone I am the playmate but once mommy gets home, that’s my cue to go lay down and rest.

I have also come to enjoy my time to myself. At home, I get to do whatever I want without waiting for nap times. I get to eat the food on my plate. I currently don’t have pets so can stay gone as long as needed.

These little ones will always know they are loved by both of us and all the other family members we share them with. They will know that God loves them through the nurturing my daughter and I both dote on them with.

Before long, they will start school and activities to last the next 18 years. For now, I am cherishing the diapers, bottles, toddler shows, nap times and tantrums. They won’t remember these days but I will. One day, my aging body won’t be able to give piggy back rides or run and tumble. Hopefully, that will be twenty years from now after they’re grown.

Source by Laura M Schroeder

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