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In The Darndest Of Places


I fell into parenting in the same way I’ve fallen into everything else in my life: an opportunity presented itself to me, I made a choice, and have reaped the consequences ever since. I don’t pretend to be Type-A enough to have a five year plan unless it involves the phrase “Don’t Die” as it’s sole criteria, and this is fine by me.

Alex was a deliberately executed child, although the circumstances surrounding his conception were, of course, up in the air (the whole marriage thing didn’t matter to me as much as it did to The Daver), but even after having had one child, I was in no way prepared for having another.

I’ve always expected to write off the first year of a child’s life as not having much real joy in it, between the colic, the sleepless nights, and the formidable task of having to learn all about a new person without so much as a guidebook to consult. It seems easier to me to have the defeatist “everything about this is going to suck” attitude than to try to piss rainbows and sunshine about it and be disappointed when things don’t work out exactly as planned.

But today, after prying the Wii controllers out of the hands of the Elder Sausages and interrupting their Saturday morning Sitting On Our Asses Routine, I packed all three of The Sausages into the Meat Wagon and led the way to a local bakery to select a cake for Alex’s first birthday party (March 30th for those local and expecting an invite, which should be arriving this week sometime).

After carefully selecting a cake that is quite reminiscent of our wedding cake (see, I have a Cake Fetish. I don’t like to eat it because I am insane, but I require fancy-assed cakes for most occasions), and paying the approximate cost of a down payment on a house for it, I was overtaken by an emotion that I couldn’t quite place.

Suddenly, I felt light and buoyant, like a rather chubby balloon floating in the breeze. I could hear the birds singing (no small feat in the dead of winter here) and smell the teeniest hint of spring on the air. Alex’s babbling became the most adorable thing I’d ever heard, and Ben’s incessant monologuing suddenly seemed the perfect backdrop for the day. Hell, even Dave’s Rank Ass became more tolerable to my delicate girlish sense of smell.

For the first time in several years, I felt completely at ease with myself and the world around me. Life seemed to be more for living and less for surviving.

It’s really a glorious feeling, and it shocks me to think that normal people probably walk around like this all day, every day and take it completely for granted.

Life is sweet, baby. Just sweet.

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18 Comments to

“In The Darndest Of Places”

  1. On March 1st, 2008 at 4:43 pm Jenn Says:

    Awww. You’re adorable. 😀

  2. On March 1st, 2008 at 5:18 pm Karen Says:

    Yummm. Cake. March 30 is my sister’s bday.

  3. On March 1st, 2008 at 5:24 pm Judy Says:

    Beautiful post,perfect description of the sweetness of that time of a family’s life. Again I say, you have a book waiting to be written.

  4. On March 1st, 2008 at 5:29 pm Pauline Says:

    Awww. So glad you had that moment. 🙂 Yeah!

  5. On March 1st, 2008 at 5:50 pm Melissa C Says:

    pictures dammit!! I want to see pictures!!!

    LOL… this is why I make cakes… I love to make people happy like that!

  6. On March 1st, 2008 at 6:51 pm MsPrufrock Says:

    C’mon, just one hit of the good stuff. Please!! I realised yesterday that I dread weekends. WEEKENDS. You know, when you’re off work and just hanging out with your family?

    I’ll have what she’s having.

  7. On March 1st, 2008 at 8:51 pm Cricket Says:

    Idn’t it wonderful when the clouds part? (I wouldn’t know. I guess I’m asking.) Way cool, regardless.

    You’re sick not liking cake. That’s the main reason to have a birthday in the first place.

    Baby turns One! How exciting. Will you change the name of your blog?

  8. On March 1st, 2008 at 9:57 pm TheRamblingHousewife Says:

    Life is sweet! And my family is beautiful! (I know this, rationally) But they sure can get on my nerves! 🙂

  9. On March 1st, 2008 at 9:19 pm Jerseygirl89 Says:

    I think it’s kind of wrong that you don’t like cake, but I’ll get over it if you post pictures.

  10. On March 1st, 2008 at 9:34 pm Angela Says:

    I love me some cake. And some peace. Good for you.

  11. On March 1st, 2008 at 10:32 pm Heather Says:

    Sometimes it is, isn’t it? And it’s even better when you don’t see it coming.

    On an aside, I’m planning a first birthday for the 22nd of March and I have yet to even *order* the invitations, much less mail them; so props to you, Aunt Becky.

  12. On March 2nd, 2008 at 9:36 am magpie Says:

    Mmm, cake.

  13. On March 2nd, 2008 at 9:53 am LAS Says:

    Great post and I am so glad you are feeling that way!

  14. On March 2nd, 2008 at 5:39 pm ewe_are_here Says:

    Life is sweet.

    And so is this post.


  15. On March 3rd, 2008 at 8:57 am Kim Says:

    I’m just tickled for you, Becky.

    Couldn’t happen to a nicer person.

  16. On March 3rd, 2008 at 9:29 am As American as Apple Pie Says:

    Wow! What bliss. I experienced a similar sort of reaction this weekend. Must be something in the air? Of course, I’m in NC so that would be some breeze!

    I’m not a huge fan of cake myself, I much prefer pie. However, You can’t get near as elaborate with a pie as cake so I’m with you on the necessary fancy-ness. My husband doesn’t get it either.

  17. On March 3rd, 2008 at 10:58 am Rayne of Terror Says:

    Those sweet moments are the best. And, I suppose, harder to come by without the bitter.

  18. On March 3rd, 2008 at 2:13 pm becky Says:

    Man, I wish I would have read this over the weekend. I needed to be reminded of those kinds of moments.

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