For the most part, I love being a Stay at Home Mom. But, on occasion, being part of the “hey, today I can wear pajamas…again” club makes me want to scream. With my eldest being a “one hand on the hip…roll your eyes to the right…and sigh” chick-a-dee, and my youngest in the midst of a terrible bout of separation anxiety that makes my head want to explode, I think what I’m about to announce can be understood:
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I will never forget the belly laugh I had when one of my larger patients on the orthopedic unit at the hospital told me “I am built for comfort, not speed.” I thought of that last night at soccer practice, when one of the dads was telling me how he was trying to steer his son toward football, explaining that their build was suited more toward such a game and speed was not their strong point.
Toddlers are amazing little critters, aren’t they? I am usually amazed with my interactions with actual critters. My cats want to go to bed shortly after my kids do, and meow to tell me they are ready. My chickens will hear the back door close and come running up to me if I try to close up their coop too early (and hey, I might have food). My Grams’ dog knows when they are going to go for a ride before she even grabs the car keys. So sure, it makes sense that little humans are pretty darn smart too, even if they cannot always demonstrate it.
I have joked in the past about sibling rivalry and jealousy. Sometimes it is so subtle that you do not even really notice it, like when my husband would hug and kiss me good bye. Tater would run up and wrap himself around my leg or wiggle between us to get in on the love fest. Other than that, it never really dawned on him to be jealous, even when a strange kid would end up plopping in my lap at the library to read a story.