An Enviable Position
We all look down at our babies from time to time and think, “man, that’s nice. I wish some one would carry me.”
And sometimes adults DO get carried:
One of my friends in my mom’s group posted this recently:
And who wouldn’t like to be snuggled and warm, carried, and comforted? In an enviable position, sitting pretty in “the catbird seat.”
Not going to lie, until recently, I didn’t know what this term “the catbird seat” meant (read more here
). What stuck with me is that it’s the enviable position, the better place to be.
I immediately thought… THE BABY! She’s in the catbird seat! All kissable, snuggly, and with food supply a-ready.
But… that’s not true.
I feel her heart beating against mine. I catch her eye as she’s learning something new. I feel her hand reach over my back to be part of what I am doing. I smell her milk-breath with every sleepy sigh. I brush the hair out of her angelic little face.
For every time I wear her, I realize that this time will far too quickly be over and gone. Our baby wearing days will be a distant memory before I am ready… but not yet. Currently, I’m sitting pretty in the catbird seat… and the view is glorious.
Please note that Catbird Baby generously donated these carriers to our lending library and asked me to write a post about what it means to be in the “catbird seat.” I am glad they did. Thank you, Catbird Baby for both your generous donation and your thoughtful prompt.
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