Friday, January 19, 2007

Baby book what now?

I was in a Hallmark store yesterday and I saw a lot of baby books, baby calendars and other accoutrements for recording your child’s milestones. But I did not buy one. Not, as you might think, because I already have one; I do not. I did not buy one because I know that I would not use it. Not even the kind that’s just a calendar with helpful stickers describing things like “First tooth” and “Doctor visit.”

But I was thinking about it, and have come to the conclusion that it is not because I am an lazy, unsentimental person that I am not using a baby book. No, it is because I am thoughtful. You see, as the youngest of six kids, my own personal babyhood went largely unrecorded. There are about four pictures of me before the age of three. Big Sister #1, on the other hand, has approximately four thousand pictures, and that’s just of her first two months.

I certainly understand the reason for this. Frankly, it’s a miracle my mother survived at all with six kids running around, never mind having to stop to write down what day it was when kid #5 lost her first tooth. Nevertheless, I did feel a teensy bit left out when I was growing up.*

Thus, by not keeping a baby book for Jack, I am not just being lazy. No, I am taking into consideration the potentially sensitive feelings of my hypothetical future children for whom I will have no time to keep baby books. Yeah! That’s what I’m doing.

Not lazy and unsentimental. Thoughtful. Yeah.

*Confidential to my mom: Speaking of sensitive feelings, this entry should in no way make you feel the slightest bit guilty. You are the best mom ever and I would not change a single thing about my childhood. I could not have felt more loved and cherished growing up, so rest easy.

6 comments:

EditorKat said...

Pictures, yes. Banana seat bicycles. no (too dangerous). Late bedtimes, no (we did not get to stay up until 9:30 to watch Col. Blake get killed on MASH--in SIXTH grade). Color TV, no (unless you count green and purple). Cable--what's that? And exactly how many times did you have to wash--with your own two hands, not using the new-fangled dishwasher--dishes?

Signed,
Big Sis #1 (and I'm sure, Big Sis #2)

Mo said...

You forgot to mention that I got my ears pierced at age 10.

Anonymous said...

There is a man living in my house with hair that used to be black. After reading this entry,he said "Life is hard." And I got my ears pierced at age 63.

Signed,with love,
The Mom

sis-in-law said...

If it makes you feel any better, I did start a baby book for the wee one which I only kept up for the first 5 months or so and haven't updated in ages... and I feel crazy guilty about it. So am thinking that this was a wise choice indeed

Mo said...

The cold hard truth: When I was 7 months pregnant and my friend had a 4-month old, she told me she had found this great calendar with stickers that you can use instead of a baby book. "You can just use the stickers to note when he rolls over, or gets a tooth, or smiles! It's so much easier than a baby book!" I said, "Wow, great!" but I _thought_, "Now, why would I do that?"

Anonymous said...

It was a tuesday.

Big Sis #5 (aka kid #5)