We had some friends over last night that just had a baby three weeks ago. They asked if Norah has attached to anything. My response was, "anything soft." But Toby never really attached to any one thing. Instead, he now has to be carrying something with him (see the car and the cup in the photo?). In this picture they are both trying to blow spit bubbles. Norah's pretty good at it (she learned from her cousin Lincoln last week).
So this conversation got me wondering....Did I have any attachments as a child? Do I have any now? I remember that I had a bear I really liked and I lost it after church one day. Since I've been through the "I lost my little dog!" phase with Toby I have to say "thanks" to my parents for trying to appease me when I lost that bear. We've been to the Y twice to reclaim lost things before bed. They pretty much don't let Toby bring anything to the Y anymore because he tends to leave things there--all because their toys are much better than what he brings. That's why he hasn't attached to anything, I think. He's always ready to play with something else.
My attachments now are probably my kids. I feel weird going out in public alone without them. (Going out with BJ is just such a treat it's never weird to be without the kids.) When I'm solo I'm usually running errands or studying for school. So I feel incomplete without the baby carrier or Toby running by my side. I remember feeling this way after Toby was born. I felt like I needed the baby with me as if to announce, "ok, I'm only this heavy because I just had a baby. I'm not normally this big." So my attachments were born out of my own pride and self-consciousness.
So this conversation got me wondering....Did I have any attachments as a child? Do I have any now? I remember that I had a bear I really liked and I lost it after church one day. Since I've been through the "I lost my little dog!" phase with Toby I have to say "thanks" to my parents for trying to appease me when I lost that bear. We've been to the Y twice to reclaim lost things before bed. They pretty much don't let Toby bring anything to the Y anymore because he tends to leave things there--all because their toys are much better than what he brings. That's why he hasn't attached to anything, I think. He's always ready to play with something else.My attachments now are probably my kids. I feel weird going out in public alone without them. (Going out with BJ is just such a treat it's never weird to be without the kids.) When I'm solo I'm usually running errands or studying for school. So I feel incomplete without the baby carrier or Toby running by my side. I remember feeling this way after Toby was born. I felt like I needed the baby with me as if to announce, "ok, I'm only this heavy because I just had a baby. I'm not normally this big." So my attachments were born out of my own pride and self-consciousness.
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Oh how you bring back so many memories of the hours spent adoring my children hugging their attachments and then the hours hunting for them and then the hours consoling them when they were forever lost. However non of that can compare to the attachment that goes on forever of the attachment of mother and child. You describe it so well. Love mom
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