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... cross posted from our sister site, New York City Moms Blog.
What to do? How to choose? A third? Even a fourth? I’m too old for that I suppose. They grow lanky now my little ones and only need help with homework. They tell jokes - real jokes and have amazing stories of days all their own with me visible only at the beginning and the end. There is much to love in this new realm- many new bits to enjoy. Listening to my daughter recount her sleepover adventures at a friend's house. High-fiving my boy when he successfully sounds out "almanac". We share new books before bed now - more complex stories - making our way toward reading the classics together.
Still those baby days hang both fresh in my mind and lost over eons of growth. I remember the Pampers smell but can no longer conjure it at will. Baby talk and tiny hands. Round bellies and kissably soft necks. Baby food airplanes and potty chairs. I miss it. I loved it. Does that mean I should go back or simply live with the sweet sorrow of its departure? And if I did, would there be enough of me for number three? Would s/he be stuck in a bouncy seat, pacifier in mouth, watching our crazed family rush by like the cars on the West Side Hwy? Eagerly waiting to engage whenever the walk light illums “safe crossing”?
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