Being a first-time mom has been a fun, amazing adventure. More so than any story can muster. However, there comes a time when I just want to sit back and relax with a good book. That doesn’t always happen with a sixteen-month old running around the house and getting into trouble.
The first time I tried to read to her, she was about two-months old and I was reading some sort of paranormal erotica while rocking her to sleep. We didn’t have any “baby” books in the house and for some reason it never occurred to me to get any. Baby Girl just wanted a story. So, I improvised. 😀
Anyway, my mom came into the room and asked, “Can’t you read something to my granddaughter that doesn’t have to do with the way she came into this world?” My reply to her: “I could but this serves both our purposes. She goes to slumber land, and I get a moment to indulge.” The next day, my mom picked up bargain child’s books.
The reading situation in my house has completely changed since then. I have even less time to read these days and Baby Girl doesn’t care about being read to as much as she does chewing on the edge of a book. The funny thing is she keeps eyeballing the row of erotic romance on the top shelf of my bookcase. I refuse to tell my mom about it because she’ll think I had damaged her in some way.
Writing is another issue. I have to steal what little time I can get. If it’s for fifteen minutes while she’s in the middle of snack time, I take it. If the munchkin even sees me heading for the laptop, she’s hot on my heels and ready to jump my arm the second I raise my fingers to the keyboard. As I type this blog, I’m lying on the couch with my netbook on the ottoman and typing with one hand. Baby girl is sitting on my chest waiting for Blues Clues and trying to get my attention.
Even though I’ve dedicated Bittersweet to my mom, the most amazing woman I know, part of me wrote it for my little one. There are always lessons in stories, so I’m using my own words to teach her the various things I’ve learned during my time in this world. I don’t know if I’m a good teacher or not. I don’t even know if it’ll work. But if I get my little one to read even one of my stories, I’m counting it as a victory. 😉