Wiley's Wisdom

Joy: From the Ground Up

In Spite Of It All February 13, 2014

It’s kind of a mystery to me. And I think dad feels the same way. Lately this thing has been happening that doesn’t really make sense. At least not when you hear of this thing called post partum depression. It’s apparently fairly common for women after they have babies to feel a little blue. For some, it’s manageable and goes away on its own. Others need help working through it.

My mom has needed no such managing or work. She has looked at baby Carter through the eyes of joy and love from day one. This, in spite ofย her incessant lack of sleep. This, regardless of spit up and stinky foofters and messy diapers and occasional bits of screaming for no good reason. This, even after what I witnessed the other day.

There she was, holding Carter in the air above her, telling him how much she loves him when bam. Spit up. In her face. And it wasn’t a little bit. We’re talking little bits of partially digested milk clumping in her eyelashes. But still she didn’t crack.Love

I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so happy as she’s been the last six weeks that she’s been home with Carter. So today I found myself wishing. Dreaming. It’s been so nice having her home all this time instead of at that place called work. She’s been a little preoccupied with Carter (obviously), but just having them both here with me during the days has been such a joy. Add to that how happy I’ve seen her and I’ve been one pretty blissful doggie.

I wish it could stay this way forever. I wish she didn’t have to go back to that place called work. I wish it could just be us three amigos against the world every day. We could go on adventures and explore new places together and I could show Carter my favorite hiding places at the dog park. Life could be grand.

Except for one thing. Mom is a pretty smart lady. I know she has a lot of schooling under her belt. And I know how happy she is when she accomplishes something or makes a difference at that place called work. I’m being selfish, I realized, and selfishness doesn’t get you anywhere.

It’s all a big mystery to me right now. A big mystery I can’t control. All caused by this one little person. It’s a wonder how something so little is actually so big.

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17 Responses to “In Spite Of It All”

  1. Lyn Says:

    I shouldn’t laugh, but as soon as I read There she was, holding Carter in the air above her I knew what was coming next. Your poor Mom can be thankful that Carter was clothed at the time ‘cos little boys seem to have a habit of letting fly the other end too, and their aim is brilliant ๐Ÿ˜€
    What a wondrous thing it would be to see you and Carter in the dog park hiding in all your favourite places. Wiles, you have the most wonderful family – you are blessed.
    xoxo

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  4. utesmile Says:

    I am so happy your mum is so full of love and understanding, and does not get the blues. Great stuff. Well the little ones do puke up and if you are in a bad position you get it… funny sometimes. (Sorry… I know not that pleasant) Has he not weed at her yet, I had that wtih my first born, just cleaned him all up , got hte new nappy and right then does a wee, right onto my jumper. Quite funny , thinking about it now. After that I always covered him straight way with something, while changing him. You know Wiles enjoy your three some while it lasts and make the most of it… life changes all the time, but then that is good, it doesn’t get boring and always great challenges ahead. I am so happy with your and your mum’s happiness!

    • Oh my goodness, he has been weeing on her since day one! It’s the funniest thing really. Poor little guy has no control over such things yet so it actually happens quite frequently around here regardless of how quick mom is with the coverage. ๐Ÿ™‚ You’re right about change -it can be scary, but it is a necessary evil. I hate getting bored. ๐Ÿ˜‰
      Lots of love to you,
      Wiles

  5. Your mom had better wear ski goggles the next time she holds Baby Carter over her head. And maybe a tarp. I think that would be good spit up protection.

    Love and licks,
    Cupcake

  6. fredrieka Says:

    well if mommy is a teacher she can train you to be a therapy dog and take you with her.. Children love to read to dogs and they can be used to teach empathy and patience. Always a good tool for a special treat if one gets their work done and sit on the floor and pet you. I am a therapy dog and my job is to help elders not miss their pets so much and make them cheer and laugh when I do a trick

  7. Sandy Says:

    Your mom is a real champ. It must be wonderful to have mom home taking care of baby Carter with you. I know that Toby and Mr. Bean don’t like it when I have to go to work or work late, but I try to reason with them and tell them this is how I afford to buy them their food, treats, and toys. I don’t think they are impressed though. I think feeling selfish is okay – it’s a feeling like feeling joyful or sad. But try to concentrate on the happy feelings if you can. take care.

    • My mom tells me the same thing about this place called work. Without it, there would be no treats, food and toys. Like your dear Toby and Mr. Bean, I’m unenthused by this as well. So instead I focus on the joyful feelings that result from the knowledge that I am blessed.
      Lots of love,
      Wiles

  8. huntmode Says:

    Hey, Wyles, time is not up yet! Make room for miracles, they are on their way right now. Who knows? Maybe, just maybe, your clever Mom will think of work she can do from home. In fact, I was reading something about a company started just for professional Moms who need true flexibility, not the 8-5 flexibility. It’s called http://www.MomsCorps.com – don’t know too much more than that, but I saw a write-up and it seems legit. Grin. Miracles, Wyles! xxoo HuntMode

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

    I wish it could stay this way forever.


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