The Mouths of Babes

This weekend was both good and bad in so many ways.  First, I am in the midst of a flare with Crohn's Disease. I am not a happy camper to say the least. But it comes and goes, and I try to focus more on the times I am not flaring than the times I am. Makes me a happier and less angry person when I focus on the positive.

The good part of my weekend happened Saturday when my daughter brought her boyfriend's 3 year old son, as well as his nieces, ages 10, 3 and 10 months to the house for a visit.  I had forgotten how much fun babies were, and learned how wonderful it is to play with one and then send it home! Hubby got as much of a kick out of the kids as I did.  He jokingly said I was playing 'Grandma' for the day - as in practicing for the day that I might be so lucky as to have some grandchildren to play with and spoil...then send them home. Ah, yes - I like that part! All the fun and none of the sleepless nights. Heaven on earth - yes, that would be it!

Mind you, I am not pushing for either of my children to marry and have grandchildren for me and their father to spoil. It will happen when it happens. Part of me is thinking, 'My word, woman! What are you thinking? You are definitely too young to be a grandmother.' Then, the other part thinks, 'Hmmm...aren't those booties and that little dress or outfit, the cutest things, oh don't babies still smell so good! Why do they smell so good?'  If this keeps up I may end up with multiple personalities!  I am laughing right now because I know this has to be the transition that a woman of a certain age goes through when their children are grown and out on their own. I don't know if it is because we don't have the kids to dote on anymore, or maybe we long for the opportunity to mother more children. Nah, nix that last one - at my age, there is no way I could start over with a baby. I am already exhausted without kids under foot.  Although they do smell so wonderful and when they lay their little heads on your shoulder and their little fingers play with your hair... Oh lawd. Stop it! Stop it, I say!

In any event, even though I felt rotten to the core ( and I mean to the core), those little munchkins just brightened my day.  And when the baby fell asleep in my arms, it was better than any pain killer they ever put on the market.