Reason #22A – I bogart my child

Jun 12

I had to resort to A&B versions of a reason for what I fear will be the first of many times. This is one of the many, many situations in which I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t, and I feel I’m being a crap mom regardless of what I do.

Here goes.

I’m a single mom. Go me. But hold the medals: I really haven’t had too hard a time of it to be honest (See Reason #21) I am lucky in having good friends and family, and also the boy is so angelic in looks and disposition (biased? me?) that people actually beg to babysit. No, really, this last part is true.

However, in spite of all the wonderful help, C is my boy, and I am the only one who puts him to sleep, gives him his baths, cuts his nails. I drop him off and collect him at daycare. I sleep with him (same room but separate beds and only until he’s a year old, in case you wondered.) I take him to swimming lessons – even though they might prefer someone else to do it – and I feed him his morning cereal and vitamins.

These things I do. Me and nobody else.

I am also – regardless of what you may believe – very stingy about the time he spends being “sat” outside of daycare, and only leave him for a short time and with a very good reason. Dr’s appointment? Sure. Haircut? OK. Wax? Hmmmm. Shopping? BAD MOM ALERT! BAD MOM ALERT!

Failure to Launch, much?

C is 8 months old. I certainly don’t want him to move out on his own – at least not until he can fix a bottle by himself, – but it seems high time to cut the imaginary cord that makes me certain he will die until he’s dead if I’m not the one who puts him to bed, or if someone else feeds him his breakfast.

The boy needs more freedom. The world needs more C.

It’s time to spread the love.

Now let’s move on to 22B, shall we?