Oh, baby

I was sifting through old photos … and found this.

 

 

my-boys

 

 

And then I found this.

 

 

myboys2

 

Then I retreated to the bathroom, stared into the mirror and gave myself a lecture. It was hard to hear over my quaking ovaries and their hormonal uproar. I was stern. I was nice. I was cruel. I was tenderhearted … didn’t matter the tactic. I still had a powerful yearning for another tiny little person to fill my arms.

Luckily about that time a Texas tornado pushed through the door.

Or maybe it was a Tasmanian devil.

I can’t be sure.

It sort of looked like this …

 

pondparty

 

Except it was messier … louder … stinkier … and more impudent.

 

Which was good. Very good.

Helpful, even.

My dreams of gestating for another nine months quickly vanished when faced with the results of such a decision.

I grabbed a towel, bar of soap and the impertinent piglet in my midst, and set to scrubbing.

Later, I came across this photo.

 

father-son

 

And came to the black-and-white truth of the matter.

Things are lovely, just the way they are.

 

 

3 Comments

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    Jane September 24, 2010 (3:59 pm)

    lol!! 🙂 It’s caused they were so much sweeter before they could talk back! 🙂

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    Katie September 24, 2010 (4:22 pm)

    (piggybacking on Jane’s comment) And they stayed still back then.

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    Mother Goose September 25, 2010 (10:32 am)

    Ahhhh- it even makes me reconsider my firm no on this topic! Okay, that’s over I’m back to sticking with no! :+)