Sunday, July 06, 2008

State of the Mama

When I checked my calendar this weekend, I realized that at this point after Q-ster’s birth, I’d already been back at work for two weeks.

In spite of evacuating two screaming children from Johnny Rocket’s this afternoon, (Shortly after receiving menus and just prior to ordering. There’s that electric moment when your eyes meet your mate’s and you acknowledge that the only solution is, “Retreat! Retreat! Save yourselves!” and figure that this will be the best lesson in birth control ever for the trio of teen-aged girls sitting at the next table. Ok, back to the primary story . . . in spite of the ruckus), I’m really glad to have a little more time.

I’m a lot comfortable in my own skin this time around. I am a mother, and I can say that without looking over my shoulder to see if anyone is checking my credentials. I’m loving the time spent with Q-ster, delighting in the leaps and bounds of his learning and his “hip hop” dancing. His use of language has grown dramatically more complex in the last months, and I think having so many adults at home constantly conversing has helped that acceleration. I fear the day when he allies with his little brother to hack our firewall or otherwise deftly manipulate the world around him. Hopefully, he will use his powers for good.

I’ve spent hours and hours contentedly rocking and holding Buster, watching as his eyes first grew responsive and later as he began to smile. Now he chortles and babbles, demanding that his attendants come running to admire yet more chubby, gummy grins. He’ll raise his head to look around, valiantly working on neck control, and then collapse to my chest, to nestle and recover.

SwingDaddy is now on leave from work as well, and we’re enjoying our overlap weeks as a family before I head back to the office. I love seeing my man and my boys together. SwingDaddy is endlessly patient as Q-ster “helps” with bicycle repair. (Daddy? Daddy? Daddy? Daddy? What’s that for? What’s that for? How do you fix it? How do you fix it? Daddy? Daddy? Daddy? . . . .) He also spells me when I’m too exhausted to rock a highly alert Buster back to sleep. (Micro dude, 2am is for partying when you’re old enough to hold your own glass.) We’re a lucky family.

I couldn’t ask for a better way to spend the summer.

7 comments:

ewe are here said...

Sounds like a wonderful family summer. :-)

Karianna said...

Nice. That is how it is supposed to be... minus the Johnny Rocket's retreat, which we've done plenty of times to the horrid glares of others!

YF said...

love the save yourselves retreat! i will use that one in the future... enjoy your fabulous family fun!

Mayberry said...

It sounds great -- and then there's plenty of time for the Q-and-Buster family band practice too!

kittenpie said...

This is exactly why I so treasure our year-long leave. By that time, they seem ready to go, and you've seen them through all sorts of amazing milestones.

Mamacita Tina said...

Those moments are so precious and fleeting, we have to savor each one.

But not the screaming at restaurant ones, ugh!

K goose blog said...

very very sweet post... and I can imagine the restaraunt scene... Enjoy!!