GiGi and I have a new playmate on our hands. A little hottie who we find ourselves kissing
quite often and talking sweet to. He’s
tall, dark and more handsome than any other boy I’ve seen lately. His name is Trace Kyler and he was born to
one of my closest friends on July 2nd. (Congrats Lea and Gene! )
(Trace and Gia on their first stroll)
It seems that pregnancy is spreading like a wildfire and
everyone breathing and packin’ ovaries and a set of boobs …is pregnant. I’m so thrilled
that GiGi is getting a whole set of playmates that will be her age. In fact, I’ve always been the youngest in my
group of everyday close friends so it’s interesting that my offspring is the
oldest in her set of friends but still extremely close in age. I know
they’re pretty “wee” right now but we are sure they’ll be friends. Or at least annoy each other like family, as
my mothers’ friends and their kids did with us.
There is one girl, one boy, and another testosterone filled person on
the way. Personally, I hope she falls in
love with either of these boys because I’ve had my share of heartache and it
isn’t fun. With these two being raised
by truly wonderful people – they’re bound to have some good qualities right?
Letting my mind wander, I’ve started to realize that it’s
not just GiGi getting playmates. I’m
getting friends too. Same girls, just a
little mommy spit-and-polish to shake things up.
Honestly, I can’t express my excitement enough. It goes beyond fictitious weddings and
matching “best friend” shirts in triplicate.
Life was grand when GiGi was first hatched and I wanted to go to parties
and gatherings like I did before I had her.
I just toted her along in a baby wearing get-up or kept her in her car
seat while she slept through everything.
It allowed me to maintain my hip adulthood and yet still be a
mother. Crass conversations and a chance
to wear lipstick? What could be better!?
At a certain point however, I crossed
the line from “Oh look how cute your baby is” into “oh my god, does that baby
ever stop talking/moving/playing/ crying/ whining/jumping/breaking things?”
territory. It’s kind of scary to be in
that position. You know what it’s
like? It’s like showing up to a party
where you are acquainted with one or two people but are otherwise a
stranger. With babies on the way, it
gives me some hope that the three of us can show up and own the room like we
used to, with mini versions of ourselves strolling along.
Another thing…
As G gets older, I have found that it’s a little harder
sometimes to maintain my interests in who I am.
Who I was. Maybe it’s just me but
I’ve struggled with becoming a mother and shedding the things that I just
simply CANNOT do with a baby on my hip. Things like…working a 12 hour day (outside the
casa) and then coming home to do shots of Jaeger in the bathtub before
mellowing for a bit and then heading to the gym at midnight. Believe it or not, people frown upon that
sort of crap when you have a child in tow.
The things that I found interesting before she came along are still
awesome just not as high on my list of things to do as they once were and while
I love being a mommy, sometimes that sucks.
Now that my girlfriends are pregnant and or popping out children left
and right, it gives me back some peace of mind.
It’s a bonding in a whole new way that is indescribably cool. Im seeking solace in knowing that they too
will go through the same awkward fumbles through new motherhood and then into
searching for themselves amid the atta-girl stickers and sippy cups. I’m looking forward to MY new playmates, my
new-and-improved girls who will re-discover what makes them tick right along
with me and share the journey to a-ha.
GiGi and I are waiting for the moment we can play with our friends and
be happy with how life has changed us.
My GiGi threw a random fit the other day. I turned to Lea and said, “God, she goes NUTS
when she doesn’t get what she wants.”
She gave me that face. That face that said what she never really had to
say, “Gee, I wonder where she gets that
from.” Later on, Trace cried and
made the same face Lea used to make every time her heart got broken. It’s odd to see yourself in another person…
Anouck, Lea and I shook our asses to music we’d never play
at home, with drinks we shouldn’t have continued to drink, far too many
times. We cried over boys and gushed
over men while planning weddings after two dates. Vacations and concerts; roommates and fights. We have come a long way. By this time next year, there will be three
babies entering a room like the tornado that their mothers once were, and I’m
sure all six of us can’t wait.
(Trace and G: Ready for the new world and tired from playing in it.)
