We live in an apartment in which all the rooms open directly onto one long hallway. The other day I was cleaning the guest bathroom while Bean played nearby in the kitchen.
I heard his pants swish against the hardwood floors as they do when he crawls so I looked out to see where he was going. He glanced up and down the hall, evidently looking for me but not seeing my head poking out from the bathroom. After listening for me for a minute, off he went, swishing down the hall toward the living room and away from me.
At first I was going to call out to him to let him know where I was, but I stopped myself. He was not agitated, just curiously exploring so I remained silent, though watchful.
Eventually he had checked all the rooms along the way and reached the last one – the living room – and still no Mama. He paused again, head cocked uncertainly. Then he crawled into the room, out of sight. I walked down the hall to to see what he was doing.
He flung himself down on his favorite floor cushions a few times, screeching gleefully. Then he crawled to the window seat which doubles as his book/toy shelf, selected a boardbook, sat down on the floor, and began to flip through it, completely absorbed.
I watched him with a mix of emotions. On the one hand, I was immensely proud of his self-sufficiency and confidence. On the other, it was surreal and bittersweet to glimpse a private moment in his toddler life, one that is usually contingent upon me. He is so small that he often feels like a physical part of me still. But – if I do my job right – as he grows up into a young boy, the development of this life away from and independent of me will only quicken and deepen.
As a SAHM I treasure my time with Bean. But there are moments when I am bored of playing baby games, exhausted and wishing I could catch up on sleep, or missing my own private time. Watching his secret, interior life unfold before me that day, I was reminded that the baby games will end, I will sleep again, and I will have my space – soon enough.





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March 23, 2011 at 6:01 am
Aisha
That gave me a chill. Beautiful reflection on how quickly this will all pass. I have my days where I just feel exhausted- but today for the first time in two weeks my headache has passed- and suddenly the world just looks brighter, sleep deprivation-physical health, all play a huge role in caring for a kiddo. I think this time is so so so brief- and so magical- but its okay to want to pursue something for ourselves because they will grow up and they will leave and we want to make sure we continue cultivating ourselves along the way for when we are by ourselves again. [though never truly fully by ourselves as we will always have them, just in a different way]
March 24, 2011 at 2:52 pm
hopikey
That last paragraph is how i feel. The last line is what keeps me going.
March 28, 2011 at 2:55 pm
Baraka
Aisha: You’re so right about sleep dep/phys health. The day I was intensely bored with the baby, I was also exhausted and just didn’t have it in me to play with him. All I wanted to do was sleep. I just wish there were more hours in the day.
Hopikey: ‘This, too, shall pass’. When it comes to children, the truest and most bittersweet phrase.