The most exciting thing I did today was go to the local chemist with a kindergartener and an infant to have infant weighed.. I don’t know, it was an outing and I was curious, and maybe this baby will be disappointed otherwise when he one day compares his baby diary to that of his sister’s and thinks that I stopped paying attention to every little detail. So, I’m still a little cooped up and these are a couple of lives I have been living vicariously to get me by.
Here.
Here (particularly liked ‘the week in mothering’ series).
and Here.
These have taken me to Abu Dhabi, life with twins in Brisbane, and Belgium while my own travels involve breastfeeding on the couch, breastfeeding on the bed, breastfeeding on the deck, and breastfeeding in the car (pulled over on side of the road to relieve screaming baby).
You know Bluemilk, you may not want to publish this because you may not want to know or make public that your dam sometimes reads your blog, which is so transparent, honest, educational,free(my highest value), beautiful, sometimes sad, coherent, exceptional and thought out, truely connected to your offspring and everything I would have wished for you (you make me very proud), you have surpassed me, which is what evolution needs to achieve. Don’t ever feel that what you do or don’t do for Roo will make him value your response to him greater or less than what you have done for Tigger any more than you and your siblings evaluate my love for each of you. I took more photographs of you, was very challenged to have born a brown eyed child, especially girl when I was blue eyed (I suspect we want to bond with/recognise our own image, some sort of innate drive), puzzled over my incompetence more, dealt with colic and sibling meaning together with the unreality of me as a female bringing up a boy to be a man (your brother) and yet the wonder of you both (and I was a very young mother, you all three compensated enormously for my inexperience and youth) was indescribable. And then came your little sister, who you and your brother helped to rear, parent and nurture. My goodness we did a good job. Out of interest, I craved vegemite sandwiches with you, bacon for your brother and oranges for your sister. And yet you are all vegetarian. Your little sister was to be my opportunity to really experience pregnancy, birth, connection with an infant, as an adult female, my special time to to achieve some sort of progression to adulthood, a sort of freedom, right of passage, I suppose choice. This was my chance to graduate to my mature female person, to be the woman, the mother of my genes, to instinctively and as an ethologist free my influence- and hey presto, the shit hit the fan. You and your brother rallied and took up the slack. You did a good job. I’ve watched you with Roo. He is in good hands. Not that what I think is in anyway important. You ARE a very competent parent and guardian of the genes. This is a time when you may offer things/views to society that you would not otherwise have time to achieve. I wish I had had half your ability.
Oh! Oh, Anne, what a lovely gift to give to your wonderful daughter.
My Dad’s siblings, all nine of them, like to discuss who had the most photos taken of them (Dad, he was first, and the camera was new), who had the most/nicest handmade clothes (the second child, who was the first girl) and who was the favourite at various times. It’s a great game, they all enjoy it. My Nan used to roll her eyes every time they played it, and suggest someone go make her a cup of tea.
I’m sure, before you know it, you’ll be breastfeeding at the park or somewhere too.
If Roo isn’t a special family nickname reserved for family, it would make a great blog nickname for him.
Your Mum is made of awesome, I can see where you get it from.
Oh that’s so cute! I can’t even get any of our parents to use email regularly…
So, I was going to make some quip about anyone living my life vicariously, and then I came into the comments…
what deborah said.
Oh, Bluemilk. Whenever I start to feel like the internet is a tragic waste of my time, I wander over here and it all turns around.
Awwwwwwwwww my Mum … and you guys, awwwww.