As I type this post my mom is watching Gracie, our niece Mia and nephews, Devin and OC for the day. Devin (who is 6 years old) has been counting down the days to today because he loves spending time with the girls and he really is such a loving cousin. But that's not what I'm here to write about, I digress. As I packed Gracie’s diaper bag last night I realized that I was kind of nervous. I’m not nervous that my mom is watching baby because with 3 kids and 4 grandchildren, she clearly knows what she’s doing. I think I’m nervous because this is Gracie’s first play date with her cousins without me or Georgia being there.
In my nervousness I called my mom 3 times last night. The first call was to tell her that even though Mia and Grace use the same brand of bottle, she needs to make sure she doesn’t give Grace Mia’s bottle because the nipples are different… to which my mom replied, “Honey, Mia doesn’t drink from a bottle anymore so there’s no way for me to confuse them”. Strike one. My second call was to remind my mom that I prefer Grace eat organic baby food so I would pack some for her. Mom’s response, “Honey, I have a ton of baby food that is going to go to waste but ok, send her with food” (said in an understanding and sweet voice). Strike two. My third call was to let my mom know that I was packing yogurt bites for snack time because the baby still doesn’t have teeth and could choke on puffs. HELLOOOO helicopter mama! By this point I was annoying even myself. Strike three, I’m out.
I think that if Grace were a daycare baby I would be much less worried about her choking, getting sick, getting bit by another kiddo, falling, bumping her head… you know – all the stuff that comes along with daycare and multiple children in one place.
So… after spending the majority of last night and this morning stressing, I decided that I would chill the F-out and look at this as a good thing. There are going to be cuts and bruises over the years and yes, Grace may very well get bitten by a cousin today but guess what – so did the rest of us and we survived. It’s good for her to get outside in the sun and play and get dirty and wrestle with her cousins. It’s good for her to be around chaos once and awhile and join in the craziness. And it’s also ok for the babe to eat some good old fashion Gerber baby food and puffs every now and then.
Well, maybe not the puffs. I can't throw everything out the window. Ha!