Alone 10 May 2007, 01:55

There’s a little anxiety that crops up when my husband is out of town and no one sweeps in to fill the childcare gap.* How will I manage?

But from the beginning, since he was newborn, there’s never really been a problem. It’s sort of anticlimax. I relax, I get most things done on my own, and my son is happy. Why? Because…

My son and I have a groove.

We’re a pair, since way back when he needed mama (and mama alone) for food. We fit. He goes along with me. I know his moves, and momentarily he’s an age where I can let him loose and his orbit is comfortably close.

This morning he obliged by standing around our table at the caffè while I downed a cuppa with the playgroup mama and nana and their 1-2’s. He did it because there was something new and interesting enough about being there with guests to keep him occupied and circumvent any attempts to charge for the open door. He’s convenient that way.

Not that he doesn’t drive me batty some moments, but it’s never the looming horror I half-anticipate.

*We have inadequate child care, and I’m hopefully fixing this up by hiring an occasional babysitter through the internet.

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  1. # And then like 561 days ago Oorgo goes:

    The first one I believe historically is more managable and nice. The second one makes up for it with their energy and deviance.

    At least that’s the way with us. Xavier was a joy, Griffin is sometimes good but manytimes a horror.

    — Oorgo · 561 days ago · #

  2. # And then like 560 days ago Pam goes:

    Dunno, I was a colicky mess and li’l bro was far less legendary as a pain.

    — Pam · 560 days ago · #

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