The Scolded Mother
Tiny Baby,
I maybe did a bad thing yesterday. Well, bad is probably an overstatement. Irresponsible might be a better way to put it. But writing that out, and seeing it in print, I can't decide which is worse. A bad mom or an irresponsible mom? Well, I'll at least defend myself with this: I was only trying to make us healthier. Because I believe that a healthy and active Mama is a good place to start for a healthy and active baby. Right?! However, being that I am 5 and a half months pregnant, I will concede that regardless of my intention of keeping us healthy...diving after volleyballs this far into my pregnancy probably is irresponsible and likely should be filed under the "bad ideas" umbrella of things not to do when you're growing a kid. Oops.
So, I do have to apologize for any sudden movements I made yesterday. I only dove to my hands and knees though, and since I'm always taking you to the gym with me, you probably didn't even notice a difference? But Daddy did. And he wasn't too happy with me. Soooo…it's looking like maybe we won't be getting to play anymore volleyball together until a few weeks after you're born. Rats. Because the truth is, you're cut from a very competitive cloth and telling Mama not to dive for a shanked volleyball is like telling her to rip a five dollar bill right in half. That's just not going to happen. And so, we say goodbye to Saturdays as we know them because you deserve freedom from a potential idiotic belly-slamming dive out of your recklessly competitive Mother. I sure love you Little One. And Daddy does too. That's why he yelled at me yesterday from the sidelines.
But Whit didn't like Dad's yells, so he hid.
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