Our Grateful Life

Good talk

Puddin’ sent me the photos he took of Noah and Aunt Robin (that’s me) while we were home last month.

Side Note: I have to say I hope to be Aunt Bobbin. Noah’s dad called me Bobbin when he was little and honestly, I loved it.

Anyway….

I was pretty nervous about meeting Noah again. Seriously, it was like waiting for a first date. I spent days picking out what I wanted to wear. I bought him a little gift. I day dreamed about how much fun we would have.

But secretly, I was terrified he would cry the minute I held him.

Okay, so hear me out. Babies generally cry when I hold them. Really. For the most part I’ve contributed that to the fact that I am not Momma. I don’t feel like Momma or smell like Momma or sound like Momma. And babies are kinda tuned in to all those things. Lately, though, I’ve been feeling a little like that kid from Jerry McGuire.

“Did you know bees and dogs can smell fear?”

Well, I feel like they can smell non-producers.

Almost like when I hold them, instinctively they know I’m not a Momma and may not be a Momma.

I don’t take offense. They speak, or cry, only truth.

But Noah was another story. The thought that he would cry when I held him was a bit overwhelming.

So I am happy to show that he did not cry when we met. In fact, we got along rather well. He seemed fairly OK to have me around.

I was OK with being around so that worked well for both of us.

This week Noah is spending some quality time with Nana and Puddin’. I called and Nana was kind enough to let me talk with Noah.

I said Hey Noah and asked him if he was having fun with Nana and Puddin’ and told him I loved him a whole lot.

He breathed into the phone.

And he didn’t cry.

It was a good talk.