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Grateful and Complaining?!

Daddy J recently commented, "I wish I was ambidextrous." "Why", I asked, bewildered. "With one good hand, it's almost impossible to change her diaper without messing up the place. Plus it would be easier to get that rice into her. I wonder how you hold her in one hand and stuff that food in with the other." "So how did you manage when I went out for 3 hours?" "I gave her milk."- with a triumphant smile!!!!
Everyone warned me that crawling days and walking days would bring along new and challenging exercise routines. And thanks to it, the old pair of jeans seem to fit again- yipie!

And compare notes, we must!
With new mommies:
-My son won't sit in one place for more than 10 seconds. Half the time, I am just hunting for him under tables and chairs.
-Mine broke a vase the other day and had the most 'paavam' look on her face. I didn't know whether to cry or scold her!
-He wants to pull everything- including people's clothes- it's so embarrassing ya!
-She can throw a ball- just that it falls behind her every time. It's quite funny.
-She was getting a taste of the door stopper. Diarrhoea now- what else!

With old mommies:
-O yes! I remember he used to be such a fanatic about milk. We had to be so careful in the night. If someone even touched him, he'd yell out for milk!
-She just wouldn't eat. There were times when I would give her chocolate for a meal- so desperate I was!
-He hated his stroller or so I thought.. until I realised he hated anything coloured green.
-I would pray so hard for her teeth.. they finally cropped up when she was almost 18 months old!
-His hair was so scanty, my mother was worried sick that it was probably because of the anti-histamines I took during my pregnancy!

Mine chews on everything she gets her hands on. And so my visit to the doctor's was but obviously due. And waiting in line before me was a mother with her child, probably about 8 years old and spastic. The child couldn't hold her head up, couldn't sit on her own and wailed uncontrollably in a drone. My tummy churned- for all the naughtiness that we 'complain' about, aren't our hearts inflated with pride? For all the tiring days that we dread, do we not secretly admire our little heroine's (or hero's) unlimited energy? Every time they refuse to eat, are we not pleasantly astonished at how easily they figured out our stupid tricks? Some kids are differently-abled. I won't dare wonder what their mothers 'complain' about... Just leaves me grateful for everything.

"She broke a toy at the doctor's office and then victoriously chewed on it...God, embarrassing!" And we'll continue to complain (and cherish)...

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