The importance of having tea
Yesterday I had tea with a friend.
It doesn't happen nearly often enough.
Touching base with friends is one of the things that reminds me that I am still human. I suppose it could be equated to hitting a check-point on a computer game. It lets you know that you are still on the right path and gives you a quick breather from the intensity of one-on-one child minding.
My friends, especially those friends who have children, remind me that what I am going through is not isolated to me alone.
Our shared experiences remind us that this too shall pass, that the frustrations of small people who cannot tell us exactly what they are trying to say will grow into excessively eloquent offspring who we'd like to be quiet... just for a while.
My visitor brought along her toddler, and I was reminded of where Bean will likely be in another year as I threw a ball to her little fellow, and he actually picked it up and threw it back. I watched him put the nesting cups back inside each other and marvelled at his dexterity... Bean's claim to fame at the moment is that he does a fantastic Godzilla impression knocking down towers of nesting cups built and rebuilt by long family members.
Pregnant with her second child, my friend also reminded me of where I was a year ago... struggling to move from the couch, ligaments loosened to the point of pelvic instability, and feeling desperate to take an entire breath, but marvelling as my stomach moved independently as little Bean stretched, pushed and kicked.
I also remembered how really unprepared I was for Bean's arrival. That with having a third child, I was probably less concerned about having everything that a baby could possibly need and basically made sure that I had the minimum requirements. For all that, Bean has never gone without. He has everything a little person could need, and most importantly, her has the devotion of Daddy, Mummy and his big brothers.
It doesn't happen nearly often enough.
Touching base with friends is one of the things that reminds me that I am still human. I suppose it could be equated to hitting a check-point on a computer game. It lets you know that you are still on the right path and gives you a quick breather from the intensity of one-on-one child minding.
My friends, especially those friends who have children, remind me that what I am going through is not isolated to me alone.
Our shared experiences remind us that this too shall pass, that the frustrations of small people who cannot tell us exactly what they are trying to say will grow into excessively eloquent offspring who we'd like to be quiet... just for a while.
My visitor brought along her toddler, and I was reminded of where Bean will likely be in another year as I threw a ball to her little fellow, and he actually picked it up and threw it back. I watched him put the nesting cups back inside each other and marvelled at his dexterity... Bean's claim to fame at the moment is that he does a fantastic Godzilla impression knocking down towers of nesting cups built and rebuilt by long family members.
Pregnant with her second child, my friend also reminded me of where I was a year ago... struggling to move from the couch, ligaments loosened to the point of pelvic instability, and feeling desperate to take an entire breath, but marvelling as my stomach moved independently as little Bean stretched, pushed and kicked. I also remembered how really unprepared I was for Bean's arrival. That with having a third child, I was probably less concerned about having everything that a baby could possibly need and basically made sure that I had the minimum requirements. For all that, Bean has never gone without. He has everything a little person could need, and most importantly, her has the devotion of Daddy, Mummy and his big brothers.
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