Yet another mothering/knitting adventure and thankfully no pictures
Posted by knittymom at 4/29/2008 8:28 AM and is filed under uncategorized 
When I first became a mom, there were a few things about the job that totally surprised me. I understood most of the mechanics of taking care of a baby and toddler from having a brother that is 13 years younger than me. First, I was totally taken off guard by how physical of a job being a mom is. There is just a lot of physical activity, lifting, bending, and more frequently than one would think, a full out sprint from one end of the house to the other. I was unprepared for the total feelings of love and responsibility for a new baby the moment it enters your world. That was unbelievably powerful and I'll wax poetic about that another time. I was also surprised by how, well, visceral a job being a mom is. And that is where last night fits in, unexpectedly combining being a mom with my knitting.
My youngest Aidan is 3 so he does a fair amount of things that I think "Yuck, but it won't really hurt him." Various food stuffs fall on the floor or in the yard and then return to his mouth before I get there to redirect. I'm used to catching half chewed food that he walks over and spits into my hands. And still last night.... He was having a lollipop for dessert -- one with a paper stick. He evidently had finished the lollipop and had started chewing on the stick (we've all done that) but decided that he had had enough and walked over to me so he could spit the chewed on stick into my hands. The first spit didn't clear his mouth completely so, being a mom, I stuck my fingers in and pulled out the rest of the rather pulpy stick. Unfortunately, the stick had unrolled a bit leaving a flap of mushy paper that dragged along side of his tongue as I pulled it out. Let's just say all of my kids have a healthy gag reflex, which is good for safety reasons but can be...messy. So when I saw the gag, I of course cupped my hands under his mouth. I caught the first wave. (Yes, I know. It's a mom thing.) But then, for no apparent reason he turned 90 degrees to his right and the second wave went right in to my knitting bag. Time stood still -- my brain could just not process the horror of the scene before me. There is no emoticon that even comes close to doing justice to how I felt. Really. I looked for one.
(Post script: Aidan was fine. He came away completely clean. (How do they do that?!) Also being 3 he was nonplussed by the whole event and barely broke step on his way across the room to play with a car. Luckily, and I'm still trying to see the glass as half full here, the knitting bag is canvas and is the one that I keep all my needles in so almost everything was washable. )
My youngest Aidan is 3 so he does a fair amount of things that I think "Yuck, but it won't really hurt him." Various food stuffs fall on the floor or in the yard and then return to his mouth before I get there to redirect. I'm used to catching half chewed food that he walks over and spits into my hands. And still last night.... He was having a lollipop for dessert -- one with a paper stick. He evidently had finished the lollipop and had started chewing on the stick (we've all done that) but decided that he had had enough and walked over to me so he could spit the chewed on stick into my hands. The first spit didn't clear his mouth completely so, being a mom, I stuck my fingers in and pulled out the rest of the rather pulpy stick. Unfortunately, the stick had unrolled a bit leaving a flap of mushy paper that dragged along side of his tongue as I pulled it out. Let's just say all of my kids have a healthy gag reflex, which is good for safety reasons but can be...messy. So when I saw the gag, I of course cupped my hands under his mouth. I caught the first wave. (Yes, I know. It's a mom thing.) But then, for no apparent reason he turned 90 degrees to his right and the second wave went right in to my knitting bag. Time stood still -- my brain could just not process the horror of the scene before me. There is no emoticon that even comes close to doing justice to how I felt. Really. I looked for one.
(Post script: Aidan was fine. He came away completely clean. (How do they do that?!) Also being 3 he was nonplussed by the whole event and barely broke step on his way across the room to play with a car. Luckily, and I'm still trying to see the glass as half full here, the knitting bag is canvas and is the one that I keep all my needles in so almost everything was washable. )
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