Joy

Yesterday Noelle was sitting in the laundry basket while I was doing laundry. A song came on that we usually dance to together. I started dancing around the room and in response Noelle starting bouncing in the basket, shrieking and waving her arms for me to pick her up. We danced the whole song with her laughing and cooing. Joy. I love that kid. As Jack Johnson would say, "When youre whole world fits inside your arms..."



I know people mean well, but I often hear comments on how good Noelle is as a baby. I always agree, but then they say, "Just you wait until she grows up" or "Your next one will be a beast."
Gee. What do you say to that. People...I don't need you to unveil my ignorance because its bliss. I love being a mom. I am willing to admit that I probably got an easy first child because I am not as tough and needed more help. But, I'm not dumb enough to not appreciate it. I used to have this formula of things that made me happy. Plenty of sleep, enough to eat, music, dance, exercise,...I'm good. Now its Noelle and Jason. Its baby food and bath time. Its silly shrieks when we dance. Its reading such a good book you have to eat it. Its funny faces when we try a new food. Its falling asleep in my arms. Its gurgling chatting and sighing in a language I haven't learned yet.
I know I have a lot of "being a mom" ahead of me. Save your breath about telling me the woes. I'll get there.
Today I am going to enjoy that my whole world fits in my arms.