You shouldn’t hold her all the time. You should put her down. Don’t you ever set her down?
I know. She’s my sixth child. I shouldn’t hold her all the time.
But, if I didn’t…
I wouldn’t see all the funny faces she makes while she’s sleeping.
I wouldn’t get to feel her warm weight on my chest as she sleeps.
I’d miss out on the uh-uh-uh-ahhhhhh sighs she makes.
I wouldn’t get to smell the soft top of her head.
Or hear the sucking noises she makes sometimes.
Or feel her wiggle around to get comfy.
Or get to play with her long fingers.
Or watch as her eyes start to droop. Then open wide. Then droop…
Or just sit and stare at her in my arms, and wonder what she’ll do one day. What she’ll be like.
The thing is, I know all the should and shouldn’ts. I know I can’t get quite as much done with a baby in my arms. It’s slow going typing with one hand. And my neck cramps when talking on the phone. And folding laundry is definitely a challenge.
But I also know that it all goes SUPER fast. That tomorrow she’ll push me away and won’t want to sleep in my arms. That in a blink she’ll be in kindergarten. And then finishing kindergarten. And then finishing grade school.
I know because yesterday I was a new mom holding my son.
Thankfully, he still lets me kiss him. And hug him. (Although now he has to bend down a little for me to be able to do so.) And my other kids still give and receive affection well. (When they’re not being cool.) But they are all in different stages of growing up – and it is going at lightning speed.
So forgive me if I don’t set my baby down. If I don’t offer her up, but make you ask to hold her. Because I enjoy her. I like holding her and loving on her and watching her. Even when she’s fussy.
And especially when she’s not.