This afternoon when T got up from his nap I was still feeling pretty bruised and vulnerable. It got me thinking. Do you remember when you were a kid and something hurt your feelings? If you were anything like me you'd fantasize about being an adult because they had it all figured out. And for the first time I wondered how many times my mom nursed bruised feelings while caring for my sister and me while we were oblivious that something was hurting her.
T and I were sitting on the floor playing with his blocks. I'd ask him what a letter was and then I'd match it with a word, "C! C is for cookie!" or "G! G is for Grandma!" or "B! B is for Boy!" He brought me a block with the S facing up. He said, "S! S is for Mommy!" And my stupid hurt feelings evaporated. Replaced by how much I love this little person, how much joy he brings me, how lucky I am to spend every day with him.
When Z came home tonight I was telling him this story. And I added that I have a babysitter coming tomorrow for a few hours so I can run some errands. It's getting harder for me to go to multiple places while lugging T around without those pesky contractions starting these days. I told Z I almost didn't arrange the sitter. I feel like it's a wasted day when she comes because I see so little of T. I told Z I missed T already even though he was right there with us. We only have four and a half weeks or so until we add another number to our crew. And then I started to cry. But as I explained to Z I wasn't sad, I was just crazy and hormonal and grossly pregnant, and they were sort of happy tears. I'm lucky to love T and Z the way I love them. And that matters so much more than stupid hurt feelings.
Yesterday morning Z worked on the window seat for the 3rd floor in his shop before going to work. T isn't a fan of loud noises, so he rocks the ear protection while Z runs the table saw.
Z made this while I was pregnant with T. If its flipped over it's a rocking goat, and if put on its end it's a high chair. But he was doing very important work at his desk on this fine morning.
One of the best parts of today was visiting our good friends for a bit. Baby Emily was born just over two weeks ago and T loves to hug her.