I’m Jealous Of My Son

It must be nice to be a baby.

Everyone gushes over babies.

Everyone wants to hold babies or be close enough to them to take in their scent and hope that some of their innocence, their newness rubs off.

Babies are life-affirming.

Babies and children are lucky.

They have someone at their beck and call 24/7.

They are fed, dressed, played with, fretted over, sang to and rocked to sleep.

When you’re a child, every single one of your needs is met, usually within moments, people hang on your every word and clap and cheer for you when you do something correct, funny or good.

When you’re a child, you can throw a temper tantrum right in the middle of the grocery store and get away with it.

Aside from all the tender loving care (and exemptions) children are given, they have a clean slate.

They are at the beginning.

A new life.

A fresh start.

Children have their whole lives ahead of them…

Nothing to apologize for yet, nothing to regret or take back, no baggage or insecurities; they’ve never experienced true sadness, regret, envy, loss or pride. They haven’t been disappointed or failed at anything.

They live within a protective bubble of their parents arms, the confines of their comforting home and are safe from the big bad world around them.

…at least for a little while.

Children have so many firsts ahead of them, so much to look forward to, so many things to learn, see, do and experience.

Yep, it’s safe to say I’m jealous of my son, all of his firsts and his beautiful, flawless, soft skin too.

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Comments

  1. says

    Stunning (and fun!) post, friend.

    I love how very good you see Lucas’s life is!

    (Speaks volumes.)

    And oh my yes- so many adventures, and nothing to apologize for – perfect.

    xo

  2. says

    Sometimes in my very weak moments I have been known to have a temper tantrum…stomp my feet and yell at the heavens and people look at me like I’m bananas…but it feels good to just let my feelings OUT even if I don’t get the attention that my sons do when they do the same thing.

    I’d love those kisses at my temples, someone to indulge my whims and desires and to clean up all my messes…but I also love being the one that gets those tight hugs, that sees myself in their actions and gets to watch them grow and learn….I guess I just wish we could take over the sandbox together ;)

    What a great post.

  3. says

    Yeah, I’m totally jealous of my kids . . . though, I’m noticing increasingly independent streaks emerging from both of them . . . they WANT to do stuff on their own. They want a bit of privacy every now & then (on very, very rare occasions).

    I, sometimes, wonder if my “just be, by myself” sense is rubbing off on them . . . and if that means that they’re growing up, just a little too fast.

    But, then I remember that, if I’m not hovering over them, I get to enjoy, just a little, silence. And it’s wonderful.

    • Tonya says

      Well, there’s the rub. We always seem to be waiting/wanting the “next” stage, when in reality we should just enjoy exactly where they’re at.

  4. says

    So true! I’m constantly trying to explain to my son how lucky he is to be a kid but he just reminds me that “sometimes being a kid is hard.”

    Whatever. I’d take softer skin and permission to throw a fit in the grocery store over staying up late any day!

  5. Leah says

    DITTO!!!! How awesome to just play around all day and be constantly learning new things all day long. Oh and naps! Taking a 2 to 2 and a half hour long nap every day would be amazing!

  6. says

    Life without responsibility…we all yearn for that at times of stress. Just like us when we were kids, our children don’t realize how good they have it. I guess that is part of growing up. It is just sad to look back on how fast everything happens.

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