She asked every time we went to the store, “Can I get my baby book today?”But they don’t carry them at Walmart, Krogers, or Tractor Supply. Then lo and behold, one day we were shopping at Sam’s Club, and she spied a stack. There were three styles: Jungle, Winnie the Pooh, and something pink and frilly. As she agonized over the decision I realized she is probably the only child in the world to choose her own baby book.
At this point in life, I cannot remember what the other kids’ books look like, but I will never forget that hers is Pooh Bear because she brought it to me every single day. “Mommy, you should write some more in my book.”At one point, I just started making crap up. How was I supposed to remember the first time she rolled over, or what the date was when her third tooth made its appearance in her gum line? In the section marked, “The World Around Me,” it had a place to list headlines, world leaders, and entertainers that were popular at the time she was born. I resisted the urge to scrawl across the lines, “Google it!” and did the research myself.
Twelve years and two more kids later, she is still the only one in the family that has something written in her baby book. I am proud of her for taking a stand. If only she’d been here last week, she could have reminded me about dinner.
Ginger Truitt is an author, speaker, and mother of five. Find her at http://www.gingertruitt.com, follow on Twitter (@GingerTruitt), or contact email@example.com.