Friday, November 06, 2009


Being maman is great. When I get home from work, there's a stampede of little feet, and then I'm hit with a hip-high embrace, tiny chin tipped up, smiling. It's a red-carpet welcome, and I am a VIP in my own home.

There are moments when it's a bit tough to be so popular, however. Like Saturday mornings, when I get my own personal wake-up call. Sometimes I'm lucky, and le Petit will wait patiently for me to make an appearance, singing and telling himself stories in his crib while I doze in the other room. Eventually, however, he remembers that it is a new day and somebody is missing.

"Maman! MAMAN!"

I roll over in bed and poke my husband. "You'd better go get him." He usually gets up without complaint, knowing well that he'll be able to climb right back in bed a moment later, since this strategy invariably buys me no more than two extra minutes.

If I don't take my cue and get up, le Petit comes into our bedroom, grabs my arm and pulls. "Read a book, read a book!" or "On va marcher [we're going to walk]," he insists.

"Maman dodo," I protest. Mommy's sleeping. He pulls on my arm harder, then starts stripping the sheets off the bed. If that doesn't work, he yanks the pillow out from under my head.

Once I'm awake and ambulatory, I'd better take a few minutes to sit on the couch with le Petit and read a story or help with a puzzle. A moment alone with Mommy at the beginning of the day helps the rest of the morning go smoothly. I usually enjoy it, too, even if I do beg a second to go put a pot of coffee on the stove.

"On va mettre les chaussons!" On mornings when we're having just too much fun together for Mommy to leave, le Petit brings me my slippers and insists I put them on. Mommy in chaussons means Mommy's not going to work. Very smart, my fan club.


Cloud said...

That's so cute!

Pumpkin just says, a bit hopefully: "There's no day care today!" She's right two days out of seven....

The funny thing is, she loves day care, and sometimes doesn't want to leave at pick up time. But she can't remember that when she's not there.

caramama said...

They are industrious, aren't they?

I think I've finally come to terms with the fact that sleeping in on weekends means 6:30 these days. In other words, there is none. As long as there is coffee, we'll make it through, right?

Parisienne Mais Presque said...

@Cloud - ah, transitions! Yeah, le Petit hates leaving or stopping anything, even to go on to something he likes just as well.

@Caramama - Coffee! Very, very important indeed! And I shouldn't complain, I know, because le Petit lets me sleep in until at least 7:30 on most mornings.