The Way It Ought To Be


I’m sorry, baby. You’re still so tiny and new, and you should be sleeping in the quiet at home instead of grabbing a nap all curled up in my lap at the coffee shop, but your dad is already back at work (two weeks of paternity leave are NOT enough) and your brother had math tutoring this afternoon. People talk about the importance of routines for babies, but those people have never juggled the reality of eight.
You were very loud in your opposition to the bottle your brother offered you in the car. It wasn’t quite the warm comfort of the breastfeeding that you are used to

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I’m the 40-something-ish wife of my beloved Computer Guy. I’m the adoring and incredibly proud mom of nine children…two saints…seven in training. I’m my brothers’ sister and my parents’ daughter. I’m a devout Catholic, an avid political junkie, able debater, aspiring home-maker, amazing friend, and I make the meanest Chicken Fried Steak you’ll ever have the pleasure of eating. I’m a homeschooling guru, a writing addict, a sometimes public-speaker, and an advocate for staying true to the person God created you to be. I can’t live in a house with white walls, sing Billy Joel songs while I wash the dishes, will read anything you put in my hands, and am completely obsessed with rhinestones and cute shoes. I am just like moms the whole world over, and then some.