Dream a little dream..

I know I’m lucky. My 2.5 year old son still naps. He naps plenty and predictably. Today I took him up to bed, same as most days. He was fussy about going. And he was fussy about having his nappy changed. And when I picked him up, his flailing head clocked me so hard on the jaw I nearly dropped him. I also shouted out. Loudly. Big up those parents who can take a pounding and never make a sound in front of their children, but I cannot count myself among you. Anyway, it upset him, obviously, and when I put him in his cot he wailed. It’s not unusual for him to be cranky at bedtime, it is after all why he has a nap, but this? Well he was so upset I picked him up and just held him. He flung my arms round my neck and wouldn’t let me go. So I sat with him and and told him about the first time I bought him up to his room. How he was so tiny and how it was so hot that day. How we’d sat in our chair, him in nothing but a nappy and vest and fallen asleep together in the middle of the afternoon. And he did today, what he did that hot May day two years ago. He fell asleep on me. And just like then, I let him sleep on me.

I never really understood attachment parenting when Oscar was a baby. We never co-slept, bar a couple of naps. I was always too scared I’d hurt him and hey I needed my sleep. I found it infuriating that we had days where he would cry every time I put him down. Didn’t he realise I had stuff to do, like go for a wee? I never breastfed. It’s a whole other post entirely, but despite wanting to with every maternal fibre in my being, he wouldn’t latch on, regardless of how much we tried, so we gave up trying. I used a buggy, rather than a sling, etc, etc you get the picture. And I was always fine with my choices, because after all that’s exactly what they were. Choices I made.

Only, I don’t know, the older he gets and the more he moves away from me, the more I sometimes wish I’d done things differently. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t been so scared to have him sleep in with us and I still (rather cruelly if you ask me) dream of being able to feed him myself (yep just the other night had another one, woke up in floods of tears). I feel like I could have been kinder and more understanding to that crying baby and maybe I should have just taken him to the bathroom with me (something I never did until he was old enough to come up on his own, which he does all the time now!) I know it’s fanciful and supremely unhelpful, but sometimes I just wish I could go back to his babyhood and do things, well just a little differently. I know feeling like this is futile, because you can’t go back and the choices you take lead you to where you are right now. But sometimes….

But I guess that’s what first time motherhood is all about. It’s the steepest learning curve you’ll ever experience. You can read as many books as you like and subscribe to as many parenting theories as you care to mention, but at the end of the day, when you’re thrown in, from a great height, at the very deepest end, you just do what you can not to drown. And it’s never been, or will ever be, any different. It’s just the way it is.

And as I sat there today, resting on his beanbag listening to him breathing and feeling his, no longer tiny, body move slowly up and down I was overwhelmed by the moment. I wanted someone to invent a feelings recorder. Like a video camera but for every sensation. I wanted to remember this moment in it’s entirety. How my two and half year old boy smelt, the weight of him on my chest, the gentle sounds he makes when he sleeps, the warmth of his hair on my face. People talk about living in the moment all the time, but it’s something I confess I struggle with. Today I wanted to seal the moment in perspex and keep it forever. I don’t think that’s what they mean by living in the moment. But I don’t care. The only way I know to try and truly keep the moment is to write about it. So after an hour I put him in the cot, and came downstairs to write this. My shoulder was still damp from his sweaty hair when I started.

It’s dry now.




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  1. Lovely post, Lisa. I join you in wishing I’d done a few things differently with my kids, both adults now. But I figure knowing I might have been a little more mindful gives me a generous dose of humility. Peace and thanks, John

    • Thank you so much John. I think it’s as much about who I am now compared I who I was then as anything. Absolutely trying to live a more mindful life today. Thank you again and have a great day Lisa

  2. This made me cry. It’s so beautifully written. For what it’s worth, it sounds like you have a wonderful attachment with your son, sling or no sling.

  3. Oh so moving, had so many of these moments and love the feelings recorder concept, these days really are the days of our lives and right there in your blog you’ve cemented that emotion forever and he is so beautiful! Thanks for linking up to #brilliantblogposts x

  4. Lisa – this is such a beautiful post. I know exactly what you mean about wanting to have the feelings recorder – but writing about it is probably the closest thing we can do (and you’ve done it so well).

    It’s easy to look back and wish we’d done things differently – but if a child grows up happy and healthy, that’s really all that matters. They’re going to grow up and drift away from us (not wanting as many cuddles, etc), whether you opt for attachment parenting or something else. I’m already seeing it happen with Pumpkin and it’s so hard. Seems like you and Oscar have a wonderful relationship and you’re doing so much to support his learning needs. He’s definitely a lucky little boy!

    • mrssavageangel says:

      Thank you Shannon! You’re right, I know that. Children grow up and away regardless of how we parent. It’s true. Beating yourself up about the past is really, really unhelpful. It changes nothing and just makes you feel bad. What’s the point in that!

      I think Oscar and I are close and I think circumstances have had a hand in that – I could see if everything was a bit more standard that he would have moved away much quicker! Or maybe not! See you can’t predict only live. It’s what parenthood has taught me. Although I am then trying not to beat myself up for not “living” enough. Oh good lord, someone pass the vino!

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