Don’t Bother Mom, She’s Blogging About Motherhood


Motherhood is oriented to firsts.

Our   baby’s first smile,

first step,

first word.

After the baby is born,

some firsts seem to take forever.

First smile, first tooth,

first time mom can have an uninterrupted conversation

or read a book and remember the contents.

The only hint that it’s

not all about firsts

comes from older women.

enjoy them while they're young,

They fuss over our darling babies with delight.

When they do,

our traitorous babies make liars of us:

cooing back as if they don’t have colic and diaper rash

and the incessant ability to dominate our lives.

These older women speak

in some kind of code

known only to those

whose babies are long grown up.

(Maybe a secret society.)

The way they operate is so

consistent that clearly

it’s a ritual of some kind.


There’s always a pause

in their baby chortling.

They look us in the eye

to say some version

of the very same thing.

“They’re little for such a short time.” Or,

“These years go by so fast.” Or,

“Enjoy every moment.”

They want us to know something they didn’t know,

that no one really knows fully

until their babies are grown


Despite the exhaustion and sleepless nights

and the loss of one’s free time

to the cutest loud smelly creature ever,

the earliest years

are packed with heart-filling wonder.

When our babies grow up

we see

motherhood is also

filled with lasts.

The last time we’ll change

a diaper is worthy of a

celebration, true.

There’s also a last

time holding a little

hand to cross a street,

the last tucking into bed,

the last book read aloud,

the last

of many

blessedly ordinary

expressions of love

once enfolded

into daily

life with a child.

Such “lasts” line the

way toward our child’s

adulthood. They

remind us to cherish

every moment.

As a mother who is now shorter

(okay, much shorter) than each of her four children,

I claim the right to coo over babies

and tell new mothers in all seriousness,

“these years go by so fast.”

I haven’t been invited into the secret society yet.

I hope there’s not a dress code.

I’m NOT wearing any damn red hat.




Creative Commons image credits

Baby hand

Woman and baby…/9NX5sOZc8XwaveIURkiqGw


Woman and baby

Woman and baby

Angel girl


Little girl

Boys in street

Reading aloud

Boy in tree

6 thoughts on “Don’t Bother Mom, She’s Blogging About Motherhood

  1. Aww…lovely post and even though I am not a Mom/Mum I worked at home when both my sons were babies etc and used to enjoy doing the whole nappy deal( even delivered the youngest in the lounge room..about 8ft away form where I am typing this) and this brought me back to those moments 🙂


  2. I love this Laura! And to think that you have personally experienced so many of my firsts (and lasts) on that sweet little Drive named Martin 🙂 I can only hope to recreate such fondness for my little guy.


  3. This was a beautiful reminder not to take anything for granted. It made me feel like how I felt when I watched the play Our Town. I try not to have too many moments where I’d look back on my time with my kids and wish I had truly lived in the moment.


  4. Perfect and timely. I literally just cried to myself about this topic last week. My “baby” turns 4 next month and my daughter just turned 7. I love them oodles but I miss my daughter’s toddler face. I miss my son as an infant. Those beings are still with me, in my house, and I see them daily. But last week it hit me that their younger selves are GONE. I miss them, my kids as babies, as toddlers. I ache to see their younger selves just one more time. I mourn their absence and cried for my loss. I’m sure I will mourn for them in this stage in a few years when they move into preteens and beyond. I get now why older women are baby crazy…I’m fast joining their ranks.


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