I never thought I would be nostalgic for burping. But here I am, realizing that part of motherhood is gone. I ll live. And I doubt I will feel as nostalgic for the days when diapers also are a thing of the past. It is a reminder, though, of one of the facts of parenthood.
Nothing stays the same for very long.
For example, the next time burping is a big deal for Lucy, she ll probably be belching the alphabet in public. At a religious service or fancy dinner. And I will either want to die, or kill her. To prevent that from happening, I ve developed a coping system. I call it, The Envelope, Please.