Happy Sunday!!! On this day, may we please remember that we cannot control the actions of others, no matter how hard we try or how much we want to… and be thankful for those who are gracious enough to ask.
Does anyone remember Rocco’s Modern Life on Nickelodeon? He used to say, “… is a very dangerous day.” That describes grocery shopping day for us. We go to the store most mornings on our walk and pick up what we will need for dinner- like peppers or onions, or a special sauce. It’s nice to cook fresh meals with Addie, and I love the lessons she can learn in a store, such as colors, foods and numbers. Oddly, every visit, I feel like I have to protect myself and her from random people. Are boundaries such a thing of the past?
When I was pregnant, touching my belly seemed to be the thing to do- including lifting up my shirt “just an inch” to see my “ink”. Ew. Please do not refer to my tattoos as ink. It’s a pet peeve. Lifting my shirt up (unless you’re my hubby) is also a pet peeve. Go figure! A fine looking belly, it’s not yours- hands off!
Which brings me to Addie… Putting your hands near or in her mouth or hands (which spend most of their time in said mouth), is gross. Taking your mitts off your communal shopping cart to do so; that’s just poking the bear. What is the obsession with reaching past me, The Mom, and touching my baby? Watching someone put their knuckle in her mouth makes me feel sick, imagine how, literally, ill she could get.
…and why do people want to touch a sleeping babe? Wake her up, and you’ve poked the wrong bear! She may be small, but she’s pretty darn fierce, too.
Strangers ask to pet my dog, Carter. My happy, loving, catahoula mutt- who wants and begs to be pet by the dirtiest of people and will gladly lick the gross off your hands, yet people don’t ask to touch the fruit of my loins?
Is there something amiss with society today? I know that babies are cute- I’ve just never had the urge to put my fingers in the mouth of a child. Having a baby brings a whole new perspective on life, especially a life that I have 100% control over keeping safe.
If you don’t have kids, please trust that I’m not crazy, I just want you to wash your hands, twice. Then shower and use hand sanitizer, then you can hold my baby. Or, better yet, just wash your hands and ask politely, and I’m sure I’ll oblige.