I’m not talking about those cute little chairs with names embroidered on them, I’m talking about me.
I was pouting this morning about the fact that a good chunk of the time, my kids see me as a jungle gym or a couch. Emeline likes to smush a nest into my tummy and curl up in it, then grab my arm and make my hand pat her until I get the cue and start patting on my own. Nora does very similar things. I was sitting there this morning, being a nest, thinking, “I am a grown woman with thoughts, ideals, goals! I’m interesting! I’m worth something more than a piece of kid furniture!!” Then Emeline smiled up at me, kissed my arm, and got up and toddled off… At which point I immediately, desperately wanted to be a nest again.
Being a parent is so hard and so easy all at once.