My little shrimp is more like it! This was the scene last night during Isabella's first bath without a prop or an infant tub! This new milestone is greeted with bittersweet emotions from me. I sat watching her as she splashed around gleefully and ate bubbles in my mom and dad's enormous claw-foot tub, A wriggling little pink cheeked shrimp, in a gigantic white boat. A far cry from the screaming, red faced, newborn I bathed for the first time about 8 1/2 months ago. While I am always pleased to see my little darling learning new tricks, and reaching new milestones, the mother in me can't help but long to stop the clock for a while. I want to make sure I savor every moment of those slobbery open-mouthed kisses, every time she learns a new word, and yes, even each little, back-arching temper tantrum where she screams the two words she knows best, "MA-MA! MA-MA!" ( a prelude of the teenage years perhaps? )
When I was still expecting, Grandfathers and Grandmothers would always stop my husband and me and tell us to make sure we savored every moment, that the time would go by so fast we would hardly realize it was gone. VERY pregnant, and as any woman who has ever been 9 1/2 months along knows, VERY impatient, I would accept these notions graciously, but in the back of my mind my thoughts would be so naive. Now that she's actually here it seems like the days fly by with reckless abandon, and I'm left standing here staring confused and bewildered at the baby clothes in my hand that JUST fit two weeks ago!
My vow is that I will always take the time to enjoy every toothy, eye twinkling smile, every kiss, every sleepy sigh and every time those little arms reach out for me, no matter how busy, how stressed or how annoyed I may be at the time, because I know that in 16 years that will feel like tomorrow, I will be showing these very same bath tub pictures, to her first date.