I am writing this post with the biggest smile on my face. One of my very best friends, someone I’ve known for…I’ll just say forever, is having a BABY. I am so over the moon excited. It’s almost all I can think about. I’m borderline stalking her with daily questions, tips and telling her things to add to the baby registry. I cry when I see Pampers commercials, I laugh when I think about her husband sitting in child birth class, I hold my breath when I think about how her life is going to change and how her heart will grow. Just 5 short years ago they met my daughter for the first time.
My heart hurts a little that I don’t live closer. I want our kids to be best friends. I want them to go to the same school and eat at the same lunch table and complain about how LAME we are for not letting them to go a concert on a school night. My kids will be older so this is wishful thinking anyway, but I can’t help myself. I’m already planning Thanksgiving play dates and trips to Monicals Pizza. I’ll bring extra crayons so the kids can color on the place mats. I’ll explain to her that it is perfectly normal to have to pick every piece of pepper off a pizza square for her toddler while I tell my kids to stop jumping up and down on the bouncy booth seats.
Early in her pregnancy, my friend and her sweet husband kept saying that they have no clue about anything baby. I want to hug her and tell her that NO ONE knows anything about babies. Every parent and baby is different but I will give her my best shot at helping her figure out nursing, get some sleep at night and out what that weird rash could be. I love how being a Mom has prepared me to be a better support for my friends having babies.
You know what else I love? Having Aunt status. There is nothing sweeter than having my niece and nephews in my life, loving them like they are my own and then handing them back to Ash W when they are screaming (haha LOVE YOU ASH!). I can’t wait to snuggle my friend’s baby, play and spoil him and then hand him over at bedtime. Being Mommy is the best, but being an “Auntie” is right up there with it.
There will be no more Barton babies in my house. It honestly doesn’t make me sad. I am going to enjoy every second I have with the two kids I’ve got. And it makes my heart SO happy that I get to watch my best friend become a Mommy and her baby grow. I’ll get to share my biggest accomplishments (potty training anyone?!) and biggest failures (basically everything else ha!) with her and help her be the best Mommy that I know she will be.
PS- The only thing better than my best friend having a baby is the possibility that the baby could come on my BIRTHDAY. This may make her go a liiiiiiiiittle bit over due but I’m still secretly (or not so secretly) hoping I get a birthday buddy out of all this too. Icing on this already VERY sweet cake. 🙂