My second son is just over three months old.
That first six weeks was bliss.
I let go of all the things that “needed” to be done and just drank in the moments. Things seemed as close to perfect as here ever gets. My perfect little baby and my perfect big boy. Big boy was at such a fun stage, always telling us how cute his little brother was, telling us fantastic stories, playing well on the floor while mama took care of the new baby. But somehow my toddler turned into a preschooler. And I missed it. And we drifted.
My attention turned to the state of the house and the starry-eyed babymoon was over. Now the big boy wants this but mama can’t get it because she’s feeding the baby and the big boy needs that but you’ll have to wait because the baby is almost asleep and I can’t play right now because the baby needs changed and rocked and fed again.
I think he’s feeling a little bitter. And I don’t blame him. Mama’s not very good at this balancing act.
I’m touch weary. Please don’t touch me.
The baby is finally asleep and the last thing I want to do is play dinosaurs again. And the laundry needs done and the dishes are calling.
But big boy needs me. He’s my baby too.
So dear friends, how do you give the time to each child who needs it? How do you make yourself excited to play dinosaurs again? How do you nurture that relationship with your baby who isn’t the baby anymore?
Please, impart your wisdom.