Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Dear Random Concerned Stranger
Dear Random Concerned Stranger,
Yes. My son is getting a little big for me to carry around. I know this.
I know this because he weighs 50 pounds now and carrying him is hard work. See the sweat on my forehead?
I'm not choosing to carry my son around because I'm to poor to join a gym (although I am). This is not some new Mommy-and-Me workout program (although I think I just got a brilliant business idea).
I'm not choosing to carry my son around because I'm babying him or being permissive or because I subscribe to extended-format Attachment Parenting Theory.
I'm not choosing to carry my son because I adore how it shows off the top of his size 6 Pull-Up.
I'm not choosing to carry my son around because These New Moms Don't Know What They're Doing and in My Day Our Kids Walked to the Bathroom and Went Potty When They Were Thirteen Months Old.
I'm choosing to carry my son around sometimes because he becomes overwhelmed by certain sounds, certain people, certain smells, and certain random stuff we encounter in our everyday lives. Sometimes I can predict what's going to freak him out, but often I can't. It just happens.
When my child is overwhelmed by the world, I hug him. I pick him up because it makes him feel safe. And if we happen to be in motion at the time, then yes, I am going to carry him.
I have no idea why it bothers you, Random Concerned Stranger, if I carry my kid around. It's not like I'm asking you to carry him for me. In fact, it's not like this affects you at all.
And yet, you are compelled to comment, to advise, to correct.
He's five. He's heavy, but I can still do it. Eventually, I won't be able to do it. Obviously I won't be carrying him into high school.
But for now, I'll do it because I can, and it helps him.
Thanks for your concern. Now please mind your own business.
stark. raving. mad. mommy.
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