Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Life With Just One Kid

Nutmeg is on vacation in Wisconsin, again. Quite the jet setter, that kid. That means I'm getting a reminder of what it was like to stay home all day with just a toddler.

What was it like? Well, relaxing but a little boring at times. Mostly, it's nice to be totally in charge without having to argue my case or fight emotional battles: If I want to go to CVS, or, as today, spend a couple hours at Target, I just do it. I don't have to convince anyone to get their shoes on or that they can finish their art project later.

The nice things: More bandwidth to notice Pebbles, who has been a tad more verbal and seems to be relishing the extra attention. Today when she returned my smack on the mouth, and then grinned right up at me, I realized that she is enjoying a vacation from Nutmeg herself. Oh, and I don't have to tell you that at naptime, being all alone to work is better than trying to work with a whiny afternoon preschooler mooning around.

But the not-nice thing is that there is no one to talk to me all day. I talk to Pebbles, of course, but that's only a small step up from talking to one's dog. That may sound harsh, but come on, I talk, and mostly she has no idea what I'm talking about and does not respond. Just like talking to a dog.

I miss sharing experiences with Nutmeg. I see something funny, I point it out to her and we both laugh.

But oh, the freedom of parenting just a baby! Today, I found myself at loose ends on a nearby shopping/dining street with Pebbles sound asleep in her stroller. I hit the children's boutique and scored some bargain gifts in total serenity. Then I went to an ice cream parlor, bought myself an expensive root beer float, and read the book I supposed to be reviewing. OK, I read it for about 2 minutes before Pebbles woke up and demanded to share my float.

But for a moment there, I remembered when being a stay-at-home mom was ... relaxing! When the hours passed slowly.

Do I wish I had only had one? Ha! As my Grandma used to say to her five kids, which one of you should I NOT have had?

I never imagined how distinctly I could love two little people fished out of the same gene pool. I could not live without my Nutmeg nor my Pebbles for more than a week. And you can't make me!

p.s., I have a strange old man anecdote: Today at the gym an old man wearing a string tie asked me, "Do you want to come into my house?" When I looked up from my book, I saw he was holding a cardboard house, birdhouse size, quite intricate with several red roofs. Later today, I saw the same guy in another part of town, and he tried to talk to me again. He was still holding the house.

2 comments:

Bert said...

Sweet, loving story about the kids. And that man with the birdhouse sounds like a good-guy spirit from some movie or something. How cool!

Carrie said...

Hmm, perhaps. It's kinda creepy to have someone that old ogling you though, and ogling he was.