Today I did the unthinkable… I held a little, wee babe! She was 8 weeks old. Oh… I knew there was a good reason I don’t do babes! I felt the wanting immediately. Oh, I know… I say the talk… that I am done because I know I need to be done. I know my sweet husband would likely have a heart attack if we had to do it all over again. Well, he would love it till the teen angst hit us and then….
Yet, there is nothing sweeter than a babe, so small, sweet and utterly delicious. I am feeling the urge that, of course, must be smashed… but… I am made for babies. I am made to love them senseless. I actually did something I never do… I gave her my number, “If you need a break…” she is a single mom. I am hoping she needs a break!
Sigh. I am being greedy. I was blessed with 6 absolutely delicious babes. I must do my time of dealing with the moody broodiness and the under- appreciated-ness of the my teens.