And sometimes adults DO get carried:
One of my friends in my mom's group posted this recently:
And who wouldn't like to be snuggled and warm, carried, and comforted? In an enviable position, sitting pretty in "the catbird seat."
Not going to lie, until recently, I didn't know what this term "the catbird seat" meant (read more here
). What stuck with me is that it's the enviable position, the better place to be.
I immediately thought... THE BABY! She's in the catbird seat! All kissable, snuggly, and with food supply a-ready.
But... that's not true.
I feel her heart beating against mine. I catch her eye as she's learning something new. I feel her hand reach over my back to be part of what I am doing. I smell her milk-breath with every sleepy sigh. I brush the hair out of her angelic little face.
For every time I wear her, I realize that this time will far too quickly be over and gone. Our baby wearing days will be a distant memory before I am ready... but not yet. Currently, I'm sitting pretty in the catbird seat... and the view is glorious.