I haven't done one of these in a very long time, not because I haven't had AHA moments with my dear husband, we've just been busy.
Last night, I put my sleeping little boy in his own crib in his own bedroom for the first time. Yes, he is almost 7 months old, but with the move, ordering a crib, teething, blah blah I've just never done it. He started his life in a pack n play bassinet next to my bed in Gainesville, Florida. As we were somewhat of nomads staying with parents and friends as we prepared to move he moved to a pack n play or crib at the foot of the bed and by the time we got to Texas he was sleeping all the way across the room from me!
It was time.
I sat on the couch not wanting to go to bed and leave him across the house (it's not THAT big of a house) all alone. Finally, I climbed into bed next to my husband who was playing a game of scrabble on his iPhone.
I began sobbing.
He looked at me perplexed and questioning.
Through my tears, "I don't want him so far away!" I stared at his empty pack n play and sobbed harder.
Craig, "Are you serious?" He then turns his attention back to his game. A few moments pass and again he looks up, "Are you serious? He didn't leave for college." Back to scrabble.
I try to put things into perspective.
Craig, "What's a word that ends in x?"
I'm not sure there was a lesson learned here from my wisdom rich husband. Perhaps, ignore crazy people and eventually they'll stop being crazy? Just a reflection...
