Wiley's Wisdom

Joy: From the Ground Up

Listen Here Baby November 1, 2013

I wish babies could read minds. If they could, I have a few messages I’d like to communicate through my mom’s baby bump. Some are subliminal (preparing him or her for a future as my best friend forever, for example). Others are growing in importance to me by the day.

If I could send a message tonight it would be for my soon-to-be little person to quit being a tease. At 29 weeks, mom has been feeling somersaults and practice breaths for several weeks now. And it brings her such joy (even in the night when I know that is what’s waking her). But lately every time the baby is dancing and mom tries to help dad feel the activity one of two things happen. Either the movement is too tiny for dad to feel or the baby choses that moment to stop hearing the music altogether.I'm Talking To You

They looked so blissful there for a few minutes – dad with his hand on mom’s bump, with mom’s hand on top of his. I could see the excitement in both of their faces as they waited. But they waited. And kept waiting. And finally, patience gave way to disappointment for all parties involved.

“Hey listen here baby,” I thought with all my doggie might, “get moving so dad can finally feel what all of the fuss is about.” No response. I looked at my people and wished at least for them to be able to hear me remind them to find joy even in the disappointment. No response.

You would think that five years of doggie life would teach me my messages don’t always cross the language barrier. It’s not the first time I’ve sent the baby a silent instant message that was never received. And I know it certainly won’t be the last. Not only that, but I feel for dad as a bystander in this whole process. I know he worries about whether he’s being supportive enough, or saying the right thing, or doing his part to prepare the house for the baby. I know because I feel the same way.

But patience is virtue as they say. Perhaps that is among the lessons meant to be learned from all of this. I’m no mind reader myself, but I can see that pregnancy has brought to life a patience in the Schmidt house that unites us all. We all just can’t wait to meet the little person already.

If only I could somehow “adopt the pace of nature” as transcendentalist thinker Ralph Waldo Emerson described, as “her secret is patience.” While a good reminder, I must admit that knowing this secret doesn’t change things for me. I still wish babies could read minds.

 

11 Responses to “Listen Here Baby”

  1. Kuruk Says:

    So it’s a boy? Maybe he can’t read your mind, but I’m sure he can feel your love, Wiley! Wooooowooooooo!

  2. Patience is a virtue. You and baby will have your own special ways of communicating when you finally get to meet each other, Wiley. For now you and mom and dad should all cherish this special, quiet time. πŸ™‚

  3. kiwiskan Says:

    try giving a wee bark next time – he might hear you and start dancing again…

  4. That baby is playing hard to get! Huh. He’s a smarty pants already – before he even wears his first pair of pants. Unless he’s a girl. Then playing hard to get is good practice. Just saying.

    Love and licks,
    Cupcake

  5. huntmode Says:

    I think Cupcake’s got it. You’re assuming the baby is not reading you loud and clear, Wyles. Though I wholly understand why your Dad might feel try, try, try again is not a winning proposition. Hopefully, he’ll be feeling those rumblings shortly – and may he never get bored of the sensation. Didn’t you write recently you yourself felt the baby kick when you were sitting on your Mom’s lap? Oooh, Dad’s got to be envious!

    • He is envious indeed…I can’t wait to see the joy unfold after all the excitement when it finally happens. I think you’re right about him never tiring of it too.
      Lots of love,
      Wyles

  6. Reblogged this on Wiley's Wisdom and commented:

    If dogs and babies could talk, a sample of what they might say…


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