I really can’t think of any parents who are worse at commemorating their child’s life than me and Jake. We love Seabass desperately – don’t get me wrong – but we’ve never done any of the lovely things that good parents typically do to celebrate the new life of their child.
- We never had him dedicated at church.
- Never sent out birth announcements.
- Never even had infant photos taken.
On the flip side, however, here are a few things I have done for Seabass.
- Put together one of the jankiest baby books known to man, made from a 99¢ composition notebook I bought at Food4Less.
- Dedicated a blog to him about how hard it is being his mother.
- Took advantage of a FREE Halloween photo offered by the local camera shop and didn’t even bother to wipe off the baby’s spit-up before the shutter clicked.
Am I proud of this? Yeah, right. Looking at this list makes me feel like finding a cave, curling up and dying a slow, agonizing death. It’s not at all how I pictured motherhood. I was so sure that when I had a baby, everyone in my address book would sport a beautiful, professionally-composed birth announcement on their fridge featuring my child’s stunning face.
Instead, I’m running into people I barely know who look at Seabass’ stunning face and say, “Oh, so YOU’RE the fussy baby from the blog!”