Friday, October 26, 2012

Bag of Sugar

When I was 10, my baby sister was born. Even at 10 and with what little I understood, the thought of giving birth to a little person freaked me out. So trying to get an idea of what I was in for, I asked my mom how much babies weigh. She said around six pounds. I had only a vague idea of how much that was. Mom told me pick up one of the five pound bags of sugar.
When I had my babies, I remembered the sugar analogy. I loved having a newborn. They can’t get into anything, they can’t run away and it usually doesn’t take much to make them happy. When you hold one, their bodies just melt into yours. During those times, I would call them my bags of sugar. It’s amazing how much you can love a little person. It’s a good thing too because there are plenty of times, as they grow up, that I had less than loving thoughts. They may start out as a bag of sugar but they sure have times when they become big bag of manure.

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