It’s is crazy to think I have only been a mother (with a baby outside the womb) for three months. What a whirlwind ride it has been. The past few days have been rather miserable for me, but I don’t want to focus on the bad so I’ll write about a few things that make me happy. I got to chat with my big sis tonight and I’m sure she’s enjoying a lot more sympathy on my part when she is constantly going off topic – to serve her kids. Actually, we even had some minutes of good listening time without interruption. Joseph was sleeping so I could enjoy it thoroughly. She was saying how mothers need an eloquent spokesperson who can accurately portray what the job involves to prepare women without scaring them off. I said the probably with that is as soon as said eloquent women has a kid she will no longer have the brains to be eloquent . . .
But who needs to be eloquent when talking about the joys of motherhood? Joseph is three months old and we are so incredibly happy as a family. He is such a delight and I feel is really starting to bond with me. I still find it hard to believe I have a son, but maybe I always will.
Recent developments are most noticeable in his hands. He likes to look at both hands now and he can clasp them together and look at them in front of his face. He finds it very important work and concentrates very hard. He is now quite good at reaching out and waving his hand until he gets something and then closing his fingers so that he can hold it. It’s not a smooth reach-grab movement yet, but I’m sure he’ll get there before we know it. One development in particular I find fun. From lying on his back he can grab on to my fingers and he can keep is grip without help throughout a whole sequence of pulling him up to standing, lifting him up in the air so he hangs on his own a few seconds and then lowering him back down. Holding his head up for that is no problem now. Of course if he’s tired he won’t do any of it. I wish I had a bar to practice hanging from, too.
I love watching Papa and Joseph play together.
Yesterday a lady I’ve only met once a number of weeks ago stopped by with dinner for us because “she remembered how hard it was to have a little baby.”
One of my favorite songs came up on my MP3 player. It’s one that always makes me cry. I’m sure Stephan thinks it’s cheesy, but cheesy lyrics go well with simple melodies. I wanted to find it on YouTube and dedicate it to all my family, but it’s on there. Neither can I find the lyrics online. As an exile all my CD cases are an ocean away so I can’t type them up either. It’s a beautiful ballad expressing the joys and difficulties of leaving family and living in a new country by Cherish the Ladies. It’s “The Missing Piece” on their “Out and About” CD. It’s a great recording so go out and buy it and listen to it. I won’t tattle if you cry.
But who needs to be eloquent when talking about the joys of motherhood? Joseph is three months old and we are so incredibly happy as a family. He is such a delight and I feel is really starting to bond with me. I still find it hard to believe I have a son, but maybe I always will.
Recent developments are most noticeable in his hands. He likes to look at both hands now and he can clasp them together and look at them in front of his face. He finds it very important work and concentrates very hard. He is now quite good at reaching out and waving his hand until he gets something and then closing his fingers so that he can hold it. It’s not a smooth reach-grab movement yet, but I’m sure he’ll get there before we know it. One development in particular I find fun. From lying on his back he can grab on to my fingers and he can keep is grip without help throughout a whole sequence of pulling him up to standing, lifting him up in the air so he hangs on his own a few seconds and then lowering him back down. Holding his head up for that is no problem now. Of course if he’s tired he won’t do any of it. I wish I had a bar to practice hanging from, too.
I love watching Papa and Joseph play together.
Yesterday a lady I’ve only met once a number of weeks ago stopped by with dinner for us because “she remembered how hard it was to have a little baby.”
One of my favorite songs came up on my MP3 player. It’s one that always makes me cry. I’m sure Stephan thinks it’s cheesy, but cheesy lyrics go well with simple melodies. I wanted to find it on YouTube and dedicate it to all my family, but it’s on there. Neither can I find the lyrics online. As an exile all my CD cases are an ocean away so I can’t type them up either. It’s a beautiful ballad expressing the joys and difficulties of leaving family and living in a new country by Cherish the Ladies. It’s “The Missing Piece” on their “Out and About” CD. It’s a great recording so go out and buy it and listen to it. I won’t tattle if you cry.
