This day, the other Mommy was still dressed up and her hair done to perfection. She introduced me to her son, who had one of those weird trendy names. He wore a matching Ralph Lauren outfit with a collar so crisp it looked like it had come straight from the cleaners.
They looked like a picture of motherhood that you might see in a magazine. Her little doll gazed at me passively while his mother held him. He had the longest hair I'd ever seen on a baby and when I asked his mom about it, she said "Oh, he was born with that hair. Isn't it the cutest thing?"
Meanwhile, I was holding Cutie Pie. He was being his usual active self. Cutie Pie babbled and grabbed at the pen in my hand. He waved his arms around, smiled and gurgled at the other family. Cutie Pie was already on his second outfit of the day and in need of his third. My first choice had been covered in applesauce and never even made it out the door. The clothes he wore were collecting a puddle of drool down the front from the neverending stream coming from Cutie Pie's mouth that could rival Niagra Falls.
So why did this chance meeting stick in my head? I haven't thought about those people since we had our last hospital class. I'll probably never see them again. But for some reason, I can't stop thinking about how much I dislike that other mommy. She made it look so easy. Too easy!
I know that we, mommies should stick together. We shouldn't compare ourselves to one another. We should support each other. But, instead of feeling happy for her and her family, I just felt annoyed that she somehow found time to put on makeup.
http://theadventuresofcutiepie.blogspot.com
Your mom just shared your blog. I am on here as mom b/c usually comment on Jill & Matt's blog.
ReplyDeleteAs for your post on the other mommy, you don't know what life is really like for them. It sounds like 'cutie pie' is a normal, happy baby. You are doing a terrific job, so don't be so hard on yourself.
Keep up the good work!
The nanny must have just slipped away to the loo.
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