Years ago, in a deli, Blue Kid was in a baby carrier, propped up next to me. He was laughy and drooly, kicking his feet. I looked around at other families with babies. Young moms thanking passing strangers who paid their babies compliments.
I focused on one girl, her baby’s chubby hand tightly grasping her finger. I looked back at BK and thought, I can’t forget this time. Hold onto this. Remember.
This morning in a coffee shop, I watched young mothers gather with their sleepy babies. Smiling, tired, shaking baby bottles.
And I thought, hold onto that. And remember.
:)
Posted by: Mike13833 | April 21, 2008 at 10:06 PM
And you never really do forget, do you? Did you ever fall asleep sitting on the floor, leaning against a wall, with your son asleep too, nestled against you?
Sure you did.
Posted by: Snag | April 22, 2008 at 12:39 AM
hold on and hold fast....a lovely post. thanks for the reminder to remember those sweet baby days....
Posted by: kimy | April 22, 2008 at 09:12 AM
I am really looking forward to those memories.
Posted by: Robert Bork | April 22, 2008 at 10:53 AM
Doh! I always forget to change my name back after I've done some alias tomfoolery.
Posted by: Brando | April 22, 2008 at 10:55 AM
sweet and poignant.
Posted by: Mickey Rourke | April 22, 2008 at 02:15 PM
What I love is how those memories come back, suddenly, when I'm least expecting them. And with them comes this sweet wash of warmth, like a toddler's kiss. Lovely post, BG. thanks.
Posted by: Wren | April 22, 2008 at 03:51 PM
As I was sifting through 12-15 yrs. of my daughter's
school achievements, pictures, writings, and keepsakes, making sure to find her perfect memories for the graduation scrapbook, your post was very present in my mind.
There was her shiny, smiling face at 4 yrs., her middle school years with braces and trying out make up, to her high school young beauty emerging.......
The words hold on to that, remember.... were literally stuck in my throat as the tears were flowing down my face.
Just an angel of a girl......reminds me of the Dixie
Chick's Song, "Wide Open Spaces"
Posted by: Jenny (Surfer Kid's Mom) | April 22, 2008 at 07:05 PM
Sweet. At the office today, I heard cooing and knew there was a baby around. He was fantastically chubby and barefoot because, as his mom told me, he likes to pull his socks off. My five-year-old used to do that. The memory made me smile.
Posted by: Lucy | April 22, 2008 at 07:12 PM
I think this one is the best.
I hold onto my friendship with BG!
Posted by: Adorable Girlfriend | April 22, 2008 at 07:47 PM
Aw, thanks, AG.
And Lucy, nothing cuter than the fat, pudgy feet!
Posted by: blue girl | April 22, 2008 at 08:04 PM