Have you ever listened to your parents talk about you when you were a child and you remember the story being a little different? For example, when you got into trouble you remember how bad it was, but they are telling the story as if it was no big deal. Sometimes, they laugh it off as you were just being a kid and that it was really ok, but wow, do you still remember that punishment. It made me wonder how much we forget as we become older. I am writing this with very little sleep as my 2 ½ month old won’t sleep unless he is being held in a certain position. I feel bad for him, because I know he is not feeling well, but that doesn’t make the exhaustion any less real. I have forgotten how tiring these days are since my youngest was 11 when Eli was born. I will admit that having a 16 year old daughter around has been great and I can only imagine how much harder this would have been without her help or that of my wonderful husband. But, the 16 year old, like most teenagers, only wants to help when she wants to help and my husband can only do so much, as Eli is still attached to me for so much right now. I know that these days shall pass, but I forget when that is. These are the joys of being an older mother of an infant and I can say that, that the lack of remembrance of these days doesn’t really bring me comfort…when do they teeth again…when do they sleep through the night…LOL! I am very thankful for Google since I did not have that access with my other ones. Books are great, but the internet is so much faster at 2 in the morning when you are questioning this new cry that your infant is making. I too know that in 10 years from now I won’t remember this time as being exhausting, only the smiles that he makes when he is in the kitchen with his dad jamming to Bob Marley.
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