Skip the Drama, Stay with Momma

"But I shall show you a still more excellent way" 1Cor12

I don’t like a Man either.

Lexington sleeps in his own little room, in a crib. I have in my room, a monitor connected so that I can hear him throughout the night and at the very least, he (if Emmett is a sleepy bug) serves as my alarm clock in the morning.

Normally I awake to a soft tinkle of his “Nemo” fishy musical thingy (http://www.target.com/Baby-Einstein-Dreams-Lullaby-Soother/dp/B0018Z35DA) attached to his crib. It’s quite a nice wake-up I daresay. He just wakes up, turns it on, and lays there, watching the fishies swim to the music, while I roll out and change Emmett’s diaper in the next room.

But this morning I woke up to an impersonation of a man’s voice!

"MOM!"

“MOM! …. COME OPEN THE DOOR, MOM!”

I was like— “!?!?!?!?!?!??!!!”

I didn’t hear my little 2 year old’s usual, whiny, “mommyyyyyy, mommaaaa”
Or even a cranky, “mommyyyyy ah want get out of bed!”

It was a command!

"MOM! OPEN THE DOOR!"

The words were short, from the diaphragm and bursting with determination!

Even now, I have always had anxiety about having a daughter because of the dramaaaaa and womanhood/teenager-dom torture I am likely to be karma-fully served.
But (and seriously now, I know he’s only 2) watching my little baby boys become MEN???
This morning I realized I don’t like that idea either.

Ahh, as my mother often exasperates with an old, Greek woman’s accent:
“what I’m gonna do!?”