My first toronto friend just had a baby. Now, I don't mean the first baby a friend of mine had since I've lived in Toronto. I mean my first friend living in Toronto had a baby. I have friends back home who have had babies. But they live in the country, where babies come from. The safe, quiet, boring country where Ontario has raised it's children for generations. A cabbage patch of children waiting with eager storks. And it's also not my first friend who's lived in near the city with kids. She's a friend I met in Toronto, living here now with a newborn. And it stresses me out. I ran away from the country, I ran away to the circus. I came to the big city- and so did she and now she has a baby. I don't mean she had a baby frivolously, but now there's a baby that has become part of my village. And it scares the crap out of me. How can I possibly be a good example for teeny V?
I want to be a sweet Aunt, a sister her mother doesn't have (or want?). I don't know how to do it though. Don't get me wrong- Chillins luv me*insert gangster swagger, but I am a novelty. I am fun for an afternoon of adults acting like kids. I am great for forts and ghost stories and roasted marshmallows and sledding ...It's the day to day I worry about. My hubby and I are going to be part of that little baby's life; at parties, at weddings, big life events- we're friends with this baby's parents in a close and important way. But now...there's a baby in this circus. CIRCUS LOUD SPEAKER ANNOUNCEMENT: There's a baby here, there's a little, tiny, reliant life form that you love and have to help take care of!!!
When I met hubby, his friend's kids were already 3ish- except Little L and he arrived shortly after Hubby and I started dating. Though he was "still single" and didn't get invited to the baby stuff. I, on the other hand, have been to baby showers and 1st birthday parties all over Ontario, but I was the quirky girl who never gave the right thing (even though I always shopped from the baby registry*insert sigh)...But there hasn't really been kids around us. Well, maybe just 3 Special K's, and that's only within the last 8 months. (3 Special K's: One who looks like me, one who acts like me and one who looks like she will act like me)
Hubby and I often discuss having babies, 'cuz let's be honest they would be cute, warped, but cute:) Our opinion shifts with the wind. Taking into account: The world being so full of people- most of them a*holes... The environment, our personal lives, our jobs and our all around selfish behaviour. Through last week's disasters of caring for the dog with the bum surgery and living in a flooded building, I gotta tell ya- having a kid would have been rough... and even when all those mini disasters settled down life would continue to be tough, 'cuz you're somebody's mother. And that never ends.
Oh as for calling myself a juggernaut, I am nothing compared to this brand new baby Momma- her life truly is incomparable. This very special momma truly will not (or cannot) be stopped! But I hope she gets a nice long sleep tonight and can dish (preferably Hummus) with Melicious real soon.
PS Mama- I hear your toes, gently tapping- rap, rap, rapping on our bedroom door. You were born to be a Grandma :) and who am I to disappoint? Can we just wait 'til this writing things pays the bills?*insert puppy eyes
I want to be a sweet Aunt, a sister her mother doesn't have (or want?). I don't know how to do it though. Don't get me wrong- Chillins luv me*insert gangster swagger, but I am a novelty. I am fun for an afternoon of adults acting like kids. I am great for forts and ghost stories and roasted marshmallows and sledding ...It's the day to day I worry about. My hubby and I are going to be part of that little baby's life; at parties, at weddings, big life events- we're friends with this baby's parents in a close and important way. But now...there's a baby in this circus. CIRCUS LOUD SPEAKER ANNOUNCEMENT: There's a baby here, there's a little, tiny, reliant life form that you love and have to help take care of!!!
When I met hubby, his friend's kids were already 3ish- except Little L and he arrived shortly after Hubby and I started dating. Though he was "still single" and didn't get invited to the baby stuff. I, on the other hand, have been to baby showers and 1st birthday parties all over Ontario, but I was the quirky girl who never gave the right thing (even though I always shopped from the baby registry*insert sigh)...But there hasn't really been kids around us. Well, maybe just 3 Special K's, and that's only within the last 8 months. (3 Special K's: One who looks like me, one who acts like me and one who looks like she will act like me)
Hubby and I often discuss having babies, 'cuz let's be honest they would be cute, warped, but cute:) Our opinion shifts with the wind. Taking into account: The world being so full of people- most of them a*holes... The environment, our personal lives, our jobs and our all around selfish behaviour. Through last week's disasters of caring for the dog with the bum surgery and living in a flooded building, I gotta tell ya- having a kid would have been rough... and even when all those mini disasters settled down life would continue to be tough, 'cuz you're somebody's mother. And that never ends.
Oh as for calling myself a juggernaut, I am nothing compared to this brand new baby Momma- her life truly is incomparable. This very special momma truly will not (or cannot) be stopped! But I hope she gets a nice long sleep tonight and can dish (preferably Hummus) with Melicious real soon.
PS Mama- I hear your toes, gently tapping- rap, rap, rapping on our bedroom door. You were born to be a Grandma :) and who am I to disappoint? Can we just wait 'til this writing things pays the bills?*insert puppy eyes
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