Sitting on the deck in the cool morning air of a quiet Pacific Northwest morning, I hear a light tapping on the inside window and turn to see our youngest and her 6-month old peering out to say good morning. That is to say, the 6-month old wanted to say good morning; mommy wanted a hand off and go back to bed for an hour or so.
Of course, for a first-time mother, it’s still kind of new, this hand off thing, even if it’s to her own mother who raised three children. Immediately after the pass, mommy was still admonishing me to let her know right away if Sweet One starts crying because she might need to be fed, and oh, she might have pooped and need a diaper change, and….
Honey, go to bed. Right now. I’ve got this.
So while I was enjoying that grandmother thing, it occurs to me that this is exactly what my Father is telling me. Continue reading “You mean I can relax?”