Motherly Questions

Last night Audrey and I headed north to Camp Hill to have dinner with my friend Nicole, who is due in August. Nicole and I haven't had a chance to really talk since she became pregnant, so I was excited to get together and ask all those questions. Gender, name, nursery colors etc, you know the drill. After we got all of those out of the way, she started asking me questions, which was great! Everything James and I went through a year ago can now be put to use by our good friends, yay! She asked about carseats and cribs and changing tables. She mentioned they had visited Babies 'R' Us this past weekend. If you recall, that exact trip is what put James and I into information overload and "analysis paralysis". Luckily, it sounds as if Nicole is doing a bit better than we did! We discussed how having a child changes your view on everything. For example, holidays bring on an entire new level of excitement. We delved into somewhat "deep" questions about raising children. Dinner was fun, Audrey behaved, and as always, it was great to see Nicole. How nice to be able to answer someone's questions about being a mother.

Then this morning hit. As I was getting Audrey dressed, it crossed my mind that I still have questions about being a mom (don't we all though?). But I realized my questions are on a different level than Nicole's at this point in our respective lives. She's thinking of safety and how to raise a moral child, eating well while pregnant and finding a good daycare (if they go that route). Her questions are valid and...well...in the good-realm. As I tried to pull overalls onto my now squirming, flailing, laughing daughter, I'm thinking, "did I just give Audrey a diaper wedgie? Is that possible?" Another common question around these parts is, "Is that poo from the apples or rice? Wow!" My my, how questions change with time. My questions seem to hover around the gross-realm.