I just had the BEST conversation with Isaiah, mind you HE’S SIX.
Isaiah: Mama, remember my first crush, Laura?
Me: Yes I do son.
Isaiah: Well now I have a second.
Me: Oh you do? And who is this lucky (and I pause, because I don’t want to say boy or girl)..who is this lucky person?
Isaiah: Its Hannah! And she’s a 2nd grader!
Me: Oh you like the older ladies I see…what is it you like about Hannah, Isaiah?
He puts his finger to his mouth and cocks his head to the right and says
Isaiah: Well, she’s nice and caring!
I got tears in my eyes.
Me: Isaiah Shawn, get over here this instant and hug me.
He runs over, squeezes me really tight.
Me: What else do you like about her? Is she smart?
Isaiah: Oh yes, she’s very smart, she’s really good at math like me. If I get hurt on the playground, she always is the first to come and see whats wrong.
Me: That is wonderful Isaiah. You know, I’m friends with her mama, who is also a very kind caring person too.
Isaiah: That’s cool Mama.
And he runs off.
*TEARS YALL. TEARS.*
Its these little conversations with my children that make being a mama so worth it. I’m incredibly blessed at the words that he chose to describe this young lady who has captured his tiny little heart for the moment. Nice, caring? GOOD AT MATH? Can I call her my daughter-in-law now?
I love the innocence that he has, the simple, description of her, that those things, those basic core values was what he thought of first when talking about her. Not her looks, her heart and her brain. I wish more could learn from him.
I am the protector. I am the mama bear. I am here to guide and teach my children. I don’t raise brats even though I gripe about them from time to time, (ok fine a lot of the time). I don’t use physical force against my children. It is not what I do. I am my children’s advocates for the world.
Gosh, I could gush about this a whole bunch about this story. I could tell you all that Laruel Phillips was the only doula at the time when I was wanting an unassisted birth with Stella who didn’t scoff at me, or say ‘I can be with you WHEN you transfer to the hospital.’
I can reflect about how she was the only one who encouraged me to pursue the birth I wanted, that she stood in solidarity with me about my decision. And when I met her by chance at a park, hugged me so hard that it almost hurt, and said she was proud of me, and kissed my newborn like it was her own.I could go on and on about the pride I saw in her eyes when she looked at me with my fat unassisted born baby in my arms. I could.
I could gloat about how many of my friends births she attended and was a rock when they were at that place where mothers doubt themselves but she supported them through and they had the births they wanted.
I could muse about how she is married to Glenn Phillips, who is the lead singer of Toad the Wet Sprocket, one of my absolutely most favorite bands ever. I could make it about my high school days and my friends who sang their songs at the top of our lungs in a little green Honda. I could tie that into the fact that Glenn dated my best guy friend’s sister in high school.
I could….but I won’t. I’m going to let the article speak for itself, and say that the opening of the birth center in Santa Barbara makes me want to have a baby there, even though I don’t NEED to. I want to birth there to support them, to honor them, to encourage other women to seek alternatives to hospital birth. To know that its not all about what ‘doctor’ says. That women have a fucking say in how, where, when they birth.
I am so excited for the future of ALL babies and mothers who are born and birth at the birth center.
my son’s school has a great nurse.
my son’s school has AMAZING teachers.
my son’s schools has great counselors, librarians, and an assistant principal.
I hate that this is happening while professional athletes and the law makers who passed the bill to fuck up my son’s school makes this happen.
where are our priorities?
Friends please send thoughts that Azalea and Iris turn in their mama Becky’s belly very soon!
Come on babies, lets do a turn!
Baby girls, you want to be born at home. In a nice peaceful environment, with your mommy and daddy there. And the WONDERFUL skilled people who are there to help bring y’all into the world, will be so happy too!
You have no idea how much that will rock. It will rock SO hard that you can tell your story when you’re 80, and yah I know you’re soooooo far from 80 years old right now, but believe me, you’ll tell that story.
So please lovie girls, turn your booties around and head down so you can be born at home. I PROMISE you as your un appointed auntie, that it is for the best!
Isn’t there some scientific thing that says you’re not even the same physical person you were seven years ago? Like, your cells have regenerated so much that you no longer have the same cells every seven years? Or did I see that on the Sci-Fy channel?
I am waxing nostalgic, thinking of completely random things and been up since 3am making cupcakes because today…today people, is my baby’s Seventh birthday.
Aiden! You are SEVEN YEARS OLD TODAY !!!