Striking while the iron’s comatose

The amazosity of the fact that I am sitting at this computer in the middle of the day and typing these very letters cannot be overstated.  Mostly because both my children are asleep, and have been for over half an hour.  This hasn’t happened since before Rosie could focus her eyes properly.  So I’m going to sit here and pound out a blog even though I have no direction or purpose for a post.  Ready? And….go!

Today was day #2 of Occupy Noah’s Time With Another Small Person, and I have to say, this one was my favorite.  Even though he rejected my brownies.  Rejected! Brownies!  I mean, sure they were burned on top and liquid in the middle, but Noah ate two!  Actually, this says more about Noah than Playdate Kid.  All this constant interaction wipes Noah out by the time afternoon rolls around (hence the current Droolfest in the other room), a fact that I was not hip to yesterday and therefore had to endure the Epic Mother of All Screaming Public Meltdowns that took place in not one, not two, but THREE of my neighbors yards and also my yard.  In addition, as I was patiently (LIKE JOB I WAS, I KID YOU NOT) waiting on our stoop for Noah to drag his body across our driveway as he screamed I WILL NOT COME INSIDE!! I WILL NOOOOOTTTT COOOOOME!, my across the street neighbor returned from walking her dog and waved hello with a “You poor, poor thing” look on her face.  I cheerfully gave her the most sarcastic thumbs up I could manage. She and her husband do not have children, and I’m pretty sure living across from us for three years has prompted a written contract signed in blood that they never will.

I JOKE.  In fact, I’ve been meaning to talk about this very thing.  I have had a couple of comments recently about how my blog has deterred feelings of wanting to have another child.  I can’t fathom why. (Oh right, this.)

Ok, so honestly, it has been a rough month. Or two.  And just as honestly, I recognize that for some people, one child is their max, and they know themselves well enough to name this, and I really applaud that kind of self-awareness. (Ditto to people who have decided not to have any children.) But, I don’t want to come off at all, ever, as representing our life with two children (or even one child) as not worth it.  There are not enough words in my limited capacity brain to describe how totally, completely, mind-bogglingly amazing it is to have given birth to two totally brand new human beings and then watch them grow.  I don’t want my ventilacious self to ward all procreating people off of babies because of a few (ok, maybe more than a few) Woe-Unto-Me posts.  It would be like deciding not to go on a cruise of the Greek Islands because someone told you in blistering detail about that hour you have to spend on the deck of the ship in a stinky sweaty life jacket listening to the mandatory Here’s How You Don’t Die If We Sink speech where you have to stand together like sardines and there is always (ALWAYS) some newly married couple video taping the whole damn thing like “Honey wave!  Omg, we’re sinking!  Haha!  Just kidding!  Hi honey!” and all the children are hungry and bored and the babies are crying and you are perspiring in places you didn’t know existed, and so you say well screw THAT.  I’m not going on any damn cruises, that’s for sure!  Only, you guys.  It’s the Greek ISLANDS. And you would have missed so much beauty for fear of an hour of unpleasantries.

Not a perfect metaphor because Oh Em Gee – definitely more than an hour of unpleasantry comes with parenthood. Also there are fewer daiquiris. But I want to say this: I have never, ever, not even once kind of, regretted having Rosie.  True, she takes my attention from Noah, and that has made me sad on more than one occasion.  But we did not have her just for our sakes.  We also had her so that Noah would have a companion in this crazy family life of ours.  She is a gift to him just as she is to us, and he tells us that in his own way every day.  Just as having a child forced us to tear our gaze away from our own navels, so has a sibling helped Noah to look outside his four-year-old bubble and to teach him his connectedness to other people and the world.  I’m so glad we were able to do that for him.

Also?  I’m just glad we have Rosie, period.  In sickness or in health.  In sleeping or not sleeping.  She’s a gift, and I could not be more grateful that she is mine. Theirs.

Ours.

Futons are fun

9 comments

1 Rachel D { 05.28.09 at 3:25 pm }

Beautiful picture! Beautiful post! How did you know that I was having a small freakout today about whether I am really ready for a baby? I am feeling much better now. :)

2 racher { 05.28.09 at 3:34 pm }

Well then I am glad I took it and wrote it. You may not feel ready (I kind of feel that way, um, still), but you are going to be fantastic. I just know it. :)

3 Meredith { 05.28.09 at 5:32 pm }

Reading your blog always makes me wish I had children, which may be at least in part because of the unlikeliness/distant horizon of such an event, but I think is mostly because you two are such real and reasonable and funny parents. Thanks for using your sleeping child time to write for us!

4 Leeann { 05.28.09 at 8:18 pm }

1) Ventilacious is my new favorite word. I almost looked it up, thinking, “Wow! Rach has a super impressive vocabulary!” Then I read it out loud and realized that you have a impressive talent for inventing words. I am sure your vocabulary is stellar as well.

2) Rosie is so damn cute I. CAN’T. STAND. IT.

5 elaine { 05.28.09 at 9:20 pm }

Beautifully stated. I so enjoy your blog and relate to pretty much everything. Thanks for making me feel less alone.

6 Sam { 05.29.09 at 7:18 am }

Thanks, I needed to read that! I have been on the fence about another one for a while now.
Great post and beautiful picture! For the record, I think you guys are awesome at being 2 kid parents!

7 Leigh Ann { 05.29.09 at 8:16 am }

see, you make me want to have another one. every time I read about some cute new thing rosie did or see her adorable pictures, i’m like “maybe i shouldn’t have given away all my baby stuff!” oh no! now i have to buy all new stuff!”

at least i’ll get to play with her in july and suck in all her adorable babiness! uh oh, i think i’m reading your blog too much. now i’m making up my own words like you!

8 Elizabeth { 05.29.09 at 10:44 am }

Reading your blog makes me want to have children, even with all the bad things that come along with it!

9 Ryann { 05.31.09 at 5:17 pm }

I can’t wait! Thanks for sharing your beautiful life, Rach :)

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