A thousand words
January 14, 2008 | Filed under: Comes And Goes, Fotografias, The District Of Columbia
“There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Right before this photo was taken, I was telling Amy about the two-week period during which I had the most visceral need to procreate. There is no adequate way to describe it except to say it’s like having your reproductive system on some sort of caffeine high. It’s all BABY BABY BABY and even rational thought of logistics is unable to deter it and keep it off it’s progeny producing course. This was the one and only time that has ever happened and apparently it happens to many people but since Narcissus has me by the balls, then I’m convinced that it only happens to me and as such, some sort of CAT scan would be in order because this shit isn’t right. The feeling abated – thank God – and I was back to my happy go lucky non-ovary controlled self: Frolicking around liquor stores and buying unnecessary leather goods. Thank God, because twenty seconds after this photo was taken, I experienced a minor toddler meltdown. Absolutely nothing serious but I don’t think I’m equipped to deal with a two year old. I love Noah in ways unimaginable but holy shit; I think my little phase was due to a lack of babysitting; because seriously? That shit is the greatest birth control ever. But damn, if that photo doesn’t give me a swift kick to the ovaries.
Nic says:
I think Noah kicks everyone’s ovaries.
Carrisa says:
That photo could melt even the coldest of hearts.
Dagny says:
That photo is awfully sweet but I have had recent enough experience with kids that all that the photo does to me is make me say, “Awwwww.”
Kristabella says:
Nic is totally right.
But then I remember my experience in Target yesterday, and the toddler in the next aisle, screaming and crying about NOTHING, to which I may have uttered “oh, shut up already!” under my breath.
And then I’m jolted back to my reality in which I am kid free and only see kids that I can give back to their parents.
She Likes Purple says:
Nic is right.
Such a beautiful shot.
Angella says:
I loved this when I saw it on Flickr. You captured a great moment
Loralee says:
This doesn’t just happen to the childless, you know.
My kids are 11 and 8 and I am pondering having a last baby. My days when they are at school are fairly free and they are fairly independent boys that no longer require me to burp them or help them on and off with their underwear.
Sometimes when I’m strolling past a gorgeous baby boutique I have an overwhelming desire to go in and make out with all the Moses baskets and itty bitty chucks and Mary Janes.
Then I remember the sleepless nights, diapers, spitups and food flinging and start second guessing myself.
It’s a puzzlement, yo.
Angela says:
I’ve been yo-yoing all over the place with my baby desires. Some days I want a baby NOW, but then I wake up the next day and think how hard it would be to afford a shitload of diapers AND a trip to Prague.
Sigh.
I don’t know, but that is a beautiful picture.
Diane Mandy says:
I hear you. I just ot married, turned 40, and feel as though if I don’t try now, I’ll never get the chance. But then I visit my friend with 2-year old twins and I begin to think that not having the chance isn’t such a bad thing.
Assertagirl says:
What a gorgeous photograph…you’ve really captured a beautiful moment there, however brief.
Mrs. Chicky says:
I’m already knocked up and that picture makes me want to procreate.
Aimee Greeblemonkey says:
Lovely photo. And I only had that ovary smash for about 5 seconds after we decided to have Declan. And then it poofed away once I was pregnant.
BOSSY says:
Mmmm - sour kid neck smell. Sweeeeeet photo.
Momo Fali says:
Don’t just babysit…do an overnighter…when one kid is puking…and the other kid has diarrhea…and they both keep you up all night. Then, the next day when you’re completely exhausted and have mountains of laundry with bodily fluids all over it, they’ll both feel fine and will want to run around the house and make loud noises, while you’re trying to catch up on all that sleep you didn’t get.
kerri anne says:
Seriously. We are on vacation in Chris’ hometown right now, and watching 8mm home movies of Chris as a kiddo, watching him sing-song his ABCs and 123s was just about enough to toss me into full-on crazy “I want a baby!” mode. It’s a conspiracy, I tell you. Thank the baby Jesus I’m on my period this week, amen.
metalia says:
My heart? It just melted. Such a sweet shot.