Views and Reviews
by Jean McCamy
How are bicycles and babies alike? Well, they say you never forget how to ride a bicycle and I say you never forget how to hold a baby.
Of course, bicycles have changed more than babies in the last 50 years, but last time I tried one, I could keep it upright and moving forward. The braking system and gears are still a bit of a mystery to me, but doable.
Babies, on the other hand, still come in the same basic model — adorable and snuggly (and maybe sometimes fussy, but generally pleasant to be around).
My youngest grandchild is thirteen and I have to look up to him now, so it is a joy to have a new great-grandson to enjoy. He is three months old which is a really fun age when smiles and coos and trying to do things with hands are all getting geared up.
I was lucky enough to have him visit me for a couple of hours last weekend and an hour and forty-five minutes of it were absolutely delightful. He smiled and cooed and waved him arms and legs in joyful abandon. He tried to imitate my tongue clicking which required much frowning and concentration on his part, with a couple of tiny clicks resulting. He seemed pleased. He polished off a bottle, worked up a couple of major burps and rooted into my shoulder with his eyes at half-mast. A few jostles and a little off-key humming had him asleep.
But then he woke up, his last bottle a distant memory. I didn’t have another bottle to give him (and it was probably too soon anyway) and he was quite insulted at the idea of an empty pacifier. I tried all the diversionary tactics I could think of — singing, bouncing, rocking, looking out the windows, diaper changing (not his idea of fun at that point), and even looking at a book. He fussed on.
Fortunately, his mother arrived in just a few minutes and confirmed that he felt a nap earned a bottle every time and that was his problem. I was glad to hear that it wasn’t just me.