|My babies at ages 2 1/2 and 6 months|
At the gym this morning a young mother brought her baby to class. He looked to be 6 months old or so and he stayed in his stroller while his mama worked out. The class was an interval class and there were small breaks between each interval. During those quick breaks, mama would turn around and smile at the baby and he would just light up and grin ear to ear. Then when mama was working out and turned away from him, he would be fine for a few moments and then squeal in hopes of having his mama focused back on him. We would break. She would turn and again that smile would light up his face.
I was more focused on this interaction than I was on my workout.
It made me remember when mine were that age. How I had the same effect on my babies. How one goofy face from me made them grin ear to ear too. I gotta say the baby in the gym and this flood of memories made my uterus ache a little bit.
Back then it was so obvious the effect I had on them. How much they looked to me for guidance, education, and entertainment. At ages 12 and 10 it's not as obvious. But it's still there. I know it is.
And really my role as a mother still boils down to the same things it did when they were babies. I still have to feed them. I still have to guide them. And I surely still have to love them with all of my heart.
It's funny that though now I don't bathe them, I still have to remind them to do that too.