Sometimes, I look at my baby and wonder what he is thinking. After all, I have so much control over his day to day life, and he has hardly any, and I wonder if he is ever puzzled by what is going on around him. In fact, I don’t really need to wonder, because I know he is.
But, if you look at it from his perspective, it has to be kind of strange.
He is pulled out of bed and gets to crawl around on the floor for a bit. We hop in the car to take Daddy somewhere, then we are back home again. All of a sudden, he is in his high chair getting fed breakfast foods that he doesn’t get to pick. Then, almost instantly, we are back in the car to take his big brother to preschool. After a 20 minute ride or so we are back home. Then, I decide to go downstairs to work out. He watches for a bit, and plays for a bit, then I take him back upstairs with me while I shower. Luckily, he is happy in his saucer for a bit in front of sesame street so I can actually shower. I hurry, so he doesn’t wonder where I am. Then, out of nowhere…there is Mommy again. Ready to take him in the car again (when all he wants to do is nap at this point) to go pick up big brother from school.
Now, back home, and he is practically begging for a nap, but again is in the high chair eating lunch. Finally. It is time for a nap. And, let me tell you, I can tell that he is so relieved. And, I am too.
From my perspective, it is all about keeping baby happy, getting things done, and choosing what is most important every day. But, from his perspective, every day is a new adventure, not knowing what his mommy is going to throw at him, but happy to go along for the ride.
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