I’m old enough to remember the days before things were wireless. I remember the first beasty computers with yards and yards of cables and dial up internet. I remember having a CB in our family van. I remember the days of talking to girlfriends on the phone for hours while twirling the spiral cord. I remember buying a longer cord so I could fold laundry, change diapers, and do dishes while talking on the phone. Yes, I’m that old.
My baby is not wireless.
Some days it’s harder than others. It’s not the wires themselves that bug me. It’s the immobility. It’s being tied down. The other day all I wanted to do was scoop up my sweet boy, run outside, and roll around in the grass with him. I want to take him to the park and go down the slide. I want to put his beautiful little toes in the wading pool and watch them curl up under the shock of cold. I want to lay in the hammock and take a nap with him. I want to spin and dance and toss him in the air.
Someday my baby will be wireless. And I promise you, when that day comes, I will weep with joy.
Photo courtesy of the lovely and talented Shelley Paulson, photographer extraordinaire, but mostly dear friend. http://www.shelleypaulson.com