Generations
A young woman sits down with a sigh on the edge of the fountain. She reaches to a stroller in front of her containing a fussy baby and her favorite iced coffee. Baby is happy to get up and cuddle in Mom’s arms and take a bottle. Mom is thankful Baby now holds its own bottle so that she can have a free hand to enjoy her coffee.
“Is it okay if I sit here? I love sitting near children.” Mom looks up to see a sweet old lady with a smile, clutching her purse.
“Certainly,” states Mom.
Lady sits down with a light groan. “Oh it IS a beautiful day, isn’t it?!” she exclaims. “Not too hot, a little sun, a little breeze. Just beautiful!”
“Yes, it is,” Mom agrees. She realizes she hadn’t noticed until just now.
“Well, then, how old is your adorable baby?” Lady asks Mom, watching the baby guzzle down the contents of the bottle.
“About 4 months,” Mom replied. “My first one.”
“Oh! You’re in for so many surprises and memories! You’re just getting started. But I’m sure you already know,” Lady chuckles.
“Yes, so I’ve been told,” Mom replies, sure that she’s in for a “you’ll miss these moments” lecture.
“Well,” Lady continues, “Just remember: This is your child. You do for your child what works for you and your life. You’ll get a lot of unwanted advice. Take what works for you, ignore the rest. As long as your baby is happy and thriving, you’re doing it correctly. And if anyone tells you you’re doing it wrong, tell them to fuck off.”
Mom spat out her coffee, laughing hysterically.