Babysitting Lily

Don’t ever knock a mother of a single toddler for not having a clean house at a moment’s notice. Do you have any idea how much stuff a sweet, peaceful 1-year-old can strew through a house during an hour or two? I’d forgotten the feel of crackers crunching under my feet. I’d forgotten the momentary attention span attached to each new object which is quickly dropped in favor of the next interesting thing. (I’ve forgotten how to write a simple sentence – that was two or three wrapped up into one.)

I’d also forgotten how easily manipulated a 1-year-old is. She wants to play with the Legos? Just pick her up and carry her away. It won’t hurt her feelings. Give her a kid’s tamborine when she wants to play with the grown-up guitar. She’ll give you a great big smile. Or maybe that’s just Lily.

Everything is interesting when you’re one. Clip-on earrings, 3-year-old girls, toy puppies, crayons, TV, laundry… It was a fun time. My favorite parts were the times when she would randomly walk to me with her arms up, wanting me to pick her up. So sweet. You take those things for granted, even get tired of them, when it’s your own kid. But when it’s someone elses’s child (who doesn’t have to love you) it’s an honor.

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About ruthie.voth

Wife of one, mother of four, friend of many. Lover of details, color, good conversations, finding balance, and being honest. Passionate lover of a well-crafted sentence - even more so if it's witty. Weird blend of cynical optimist. I'm the worst kind of woman. I'm high maintenance, but I think I'm low maintenance. Somehow, people still love me. Must be grace.
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