I came across this picture and it just completely cracked me up. At the time, I wasn't laughing. I was probably saying something like, "Annelie, leggo my leg. Seriously, stop. Leggo my leg. Stop crying, I'm not picking you up. Go play. I beg you please, baby go play! And Let. Go. Of. My. Leg."
Like pretty much any mom, for the first 2 years after having my baby, I was basically a 2 headed person: 1 large grown head, 1 small baby head, parasitic baby body attached at my hip. See that little whiny face? She was just over a year old and beyond clingy. She's still clingy now (almost 3), but as a baby... wow. If I wasn't holding her, it was as if her entire world would collapse and she didn't know how to handle life.
Did I often dream about leaving her outside for the wolves to claim?
Um, no. I'm not a complete sick-o...
Okay, yes, I did, but give me some credit. I spent 2 years with a baby fused to my skin - and that's after carrying her for nine months - and I was tired and cranky. And its not like I actually left her outside for the wolves... I lived in the city. That would have been a waste of time.
Funny thing to flashback about, I think. But now that she is self-sufficient (ie. big enough to raid the box of truffles from the counter when I'm not looking, therefore more than happy to be free of me) and doesn't cling like a second skin quite as much as she used to, I'm happy to look back at the past and say, "Whew, thank goodness I don't have a kid welded to my hip anymore."
Aw, sweet memories. Have a flashback of your own? Head over to Tia's blog at www.ChristopherandTia.blogspot.com and join in the fun!