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While I was shoveling spoonfuls of a chopped salad from Corner Bakery into my mouth, I noticed a quiet Justin staring at something behind me. I followed his gaze to a little boy, about one, leaned forward in his stroller. His dad was feeding him with a fork some grains of rice mixed with shreds of chicken. He tap, tap, tapped his sock-wrapped feet on the foot rest. He wanted more.

Justin smiled in amusement.

“Yes, dear,” I thought. “Food is for eating.”

I had spent the past 20 minutes spoon feeding him a 4 oz cup of banana flavored YoBaby yogurt. The fact that he’d even eaten anything at all was enough to make me jump for joy. The fact that he’d eaten the entire cup was even better. I’d been sitting in a cloud of bliss for those few moments following the feeding when I’d caught sight of that little boy.

Then, I realized how behind my kid was.

Guilt followed.

As it began to creep up my throat, aching my cheeks, threatening tears, I turned to Justin to give him some extra loving.

But, here’s the thing: he didn’t have a care in the world. The kid was just bouncing his his stroller, kicking his feet, scrunching his face.

I picked him up anyway, pressed his body close to my chest, and kissed him a million times all over his squishy cheeks.

Guilt subsided.

My kid is happy.

Isn’t that all I ever wanted for my children?

Yes.

So, we filled the weekend with some normal fun kid things:

 Swinging like a big boy!

 

 Look! No hands…mama’s hands, that is.

 

I hope you all had a nice, long weekend also.

 

 

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