The Pie Baker

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The Time of Your Life

I am continually amazed at how little time I have in the day to do the things I need to do. Things like laundry, vacuuming, playing with the kid, proper personal hygiene and other such things. As the seconds tick by, I wonder what new and amazing feat my daughter will perform for me this evening; I wonder if the other brown sock I’ve spent weeks searching for is really missing; I wonder if I will have time to actually shave my legs tonight, or will I have to stop at the armpits?

Time slips by me and I don’t notice until my daughter is actually saying words or developing sharper motor skills or dressing herself! I always thought I had plenty of time to do the things I wanted to do in life – write the great American novel, tour Europe, host my own talk show, then slip into obscurity in the midst of an absolute scandal….
But I don’t have time…time has me …gripped in its clutches and with each sweep of the hand around the clock, I lose a little more of myself.

I don’t want to lose those moments of quiet comfort when the baby leans her sweet smelling head into my chest and sighs contentedly; those moments of silly laughter emanating from her because I made up a funny face and voice for the diaper I just put on my head; those moments of sheer panic when I wonder what to do make her stop crying and shrieking – and those moments, oh, those sweet moments, whens she says “Mama.” That is without a doubt the best time of my life.

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February 4, 2009 - Posted by | Uncategorized

1 Comment »

  1. Those precious, treasured moments with that sweet girl are WAY more important than shaving either legs or pits, m’dear! You have your priorities straight. =)

    Keep up the good work, Mom!!

    Comment by necesuarez | February 5, 2009 | Reply


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