The Bear Is Me
Most of the time, I think being an old mom is an advantage. I’m more patient than I would have been as a young mom, and after spending years trying to get pregnant with our miracle beast, I feel truly grateful to be a parent in a way I might have missed out on if it had come easy to me. However, today I’m going to my first physical therapy appointment for my HIP PROBLEMS and I’m seeing some of the downsides of being an old mom.
You guys, I really don’t want my kid to remember me as being too old and creaky to chase after her. “Oh, come on,” I hear you say. “She won’t remember that. She’ll remember that you loved her and spent time with her and bought her perhaps too many toys because of your guilt over being a couch-mom.”
You’re very kind, even when you’re just in my imagination, and I thank you. However, I feel I must tell you that the other day I heard her tell her bunny rabbit stuffy that she was too tired to play right now. It sounded like something she might have heard someone else say. (Me. It was me. I said it.) Also, she recently gave me a card with a sleeping bear on it. The bear’s rump was up in the air, and she’d written a word balloon above it that said, “My butt hurts.”
It’s possible that she was just commenting on my emotional sensitivity, which is fair. But I think maybe she’s noticed that her mom is not a spry young thing. There’s not much I can do about that, but I can do everything in my power to make sure I’m reasonably fit and able to run after her. Or be able to stand around a playground for a couple of hours without having to go home and lie on a heating pad directly afterward.
Anyway! PT today. Wish me luck, friends.