Listen folks, I’m admitting right here and right now that I just didn’t get it. Sure, I held a baby here and there and thought it was cute, then gave it back to its rightful owner. I enjoyed volunteering at preschools throughout high school, again after college. I taught and coached skiing. I led wilderness trips for young adults. Nobody could ever claim I didn’t like kids. I did. I do! But, honestly, I never knew how much more I’d like my OWN kid.
The last three days I’ve been putting in long hours – leaving the house at 7 and not getting back until 9 or so. This is not my normal routine, and it’s days like this that I recognize this completely new and unfamiliar feeling. After about 8 hours away, this little urge begins to creep up on me. It is the tangible deficit of baby time in my life. It’s like an intense craving. It pulls and twists my insides. I begin daydreaming about squeezing Cody and smothering him with kisses till he erupts in giggles. I miss him and want to hold him as soon as I see him, until I fall asleep. And, sometimes I want him to sleep in my bed with me. I start lamenting that he won’t be a baby forever, and there will come an end to the days where he lets me hold him as long as I need to. I start to plot out a schedule of family planning to ensure that I don’t have to go too long without a squeezable tiny being.
I never saw THAT coming.
I’m beginning to fear I will have an irrepressible urge to procreate until I can’t anymore. They are just so tiny, and special. They are amazing little creatures. And, at least in Cody’s case, they are a constant reminder of all the incredible things in the world that I sometimes take for granted. He sees it all for the first time, and trying to look at the world through his eyes makes it new and exciting for me as well.
In Australia, this feeling is called being “clucky” and I occasionally joked that I was clucky back when I lived there, because so many people around me were having kids. But, the thing is, I had no idea what clucky really was – what it really felt like, until now. It took me having my own baby to have the deep-in-your-gut desire for them.
So, now the spring is here, the sun is out, and I’m head over heels in love with a small being that literally tore open my core when he entered the world. So much changes when you become a mama, and each day is a new revelation in the depth and breadth of all that the role encompasses.