As I slid dinner plates infront of my children last night, my mind blinked back to high chairs and nursing babies and I remembered a blog-worthy story that has never been told…
No matter what magical schedule trick I tried, there was alway one meal a day that left me nursing my youngest while feeding two nearly two year-olds. I was proud of perfecting this unsung artform.
Tucking Sawyer in a baby sling, I would nurse him while stretching my arms to un-human lengths to spoon feed applesauce and cut up meat for open-mouthed toddlers.
One triumphant afternoon, all was running smoothly… baby nursing, 22 month olds eating the food I managed to arch into their mouths, nothing flung in my direction, no tears.
My husband entered the kitchen and began making a sandwich (I must have blocked out of my memory why he was not helping feed anyone). As he made his lunch he looked over to me and said, “wow, THAT is amazing.”
Thrilled that someone finally noticed my mastered talents that qualify me for absolutely nothing in the career world I had left behind, I looked up in satisfaction…
only to see him hold up a tomato and exclaim, “look at how thinly I sliced this baby, bet you couldn’t do that.”
And this was the moment I learned that sometimes you just have to pat yourself on the back, if you ever get a free hand.
What unusual talent are you most proud of yourself for? We will all pat you on the back for it today.
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