LOL!!! And a BIG FAT THANK YOU for your helpful “non cussing/but still feels good” suggestions!!!! My favorite? “Mother-Father, Cheese and Rice!” I sooooo am gonna use that one!
And I am glad that I am not alone in my “Potty Mouth Struggle!”
My topic for this week: Happy Belated Labor Day!!
Ok, so as a Mom Labor Day has a whole new meaning for me! You’re thinking “Oh another story of a loooooong labor during child delivery-boring!” Right?? Well,, NOPE that is not my focus this week. I had a cesarian, so no long labor stories for me. Of course, I could talk about the ridiculous idea of trying to walk, wobble and the labor involved in relearning to find my uterus and stomach muscles after cesarian and THAT whole process, but NO this isn’t about that either! Ha!
This is about the Labor that WE do as Moms and yes, Dads too!! The stuff we do every single day from the time that little precious new baby flies outta the oven! No matter how it gets here!
Yes, I am talking about the amazing things we do all the time. Like taking a baby to a doctors visit and waiting in that office for 20 minutes before the doctor even gets in there and watching our child do the equivalent to a “Baby Iron Man Marathon!” The leaning and jumping and climbing and rocking and exploring and dropping and stacking and falling and bumping and talking/shrieking! It is shocking and amazing what these kids can pack into that 20 minutes! They have so much energy they could power a small village with it! That would be some great alternative fuel! Can someone please get on that??
Now most people focus on all that baby energy . Someone once told me about a study done that proved if a grown adult tried to mimic and copy every single body movement a toddler did in a one hour period, most adults would NOT be physically able to do it. We would be too exhausted! Our bodies would just collapse…yada yada yada.
That’s not the part I am focusing on either!!
I am focusing on the parent! The parent who has to contain the “ Iron Man Baby in the Marathon!” The parent who has to cradle and catch and follow and goad and block and cover and shield and protect and bargain with that child for those 20 minutes. Then after all that, we try to focus on the task of comprehending what the doctor is saying and the questions that need to be asked while still doing all of the above-not to mention a possible diaper change ta-boot!
THAT is the LABOR I am talking about!
The Labor of LOVE!
That usually goes unnoticed.
So, to keep it short and sweet today: to all the parents, grandparents, teachers and babysitters, I say, “HAPPY FRIKKEN LABOR DAY!!!!” Your labor counts too!
And “THANK YOU” for all the hard multi-tasking work that you do!!!
Ya may not hear it often enough! So there!!!