ChrissyG and I had been trying to connect for a while, and our schedules aligned. I told her that Genevieve had a play date, and in her usual chill way, ChrissyG was up for a trip to the park.
At one point, we had the girls on the carousel, and Rex in the stroller.
[Theoretically, I could have put him in the ergobaby carrier and had him on with me, but that's the beauty of hindsight, isn't it?]
Then came the constant tug-of-war that is life with two kids; ride the carousel with Genevieve, or wait with Rex and the stroller on the sidelines.
Stay with Rex; he's a baby and will cry. TUG.
"Mommy, ride with us!" TUG.
You can't stick ChrissyG with babysitting; that's not why she came along. TUG.
ChrissyG saw me in the midst of my dilemma, about to sacrifice Genevieve's real and present needs for Rex's theoretical and only possible needs, raised an eyebrow and said, "Ride the carousel. It's two minutes. Rex will be fine. I'll take good care of your baby."**
I can't even tell you how relieved I felt.
"I'll take good care of your baby." Magical words, because you know you can rely on them.
Because you realize you're being ridiculous, but it's okay, because it's normal; ChrissyG understands. She's been there. Thrice.
That's what friends- best friends- are for. That gentle reminder that you're not as alone as you might feel sometimes.
**I swear my mom said that same thing when Genevieve was a baby. Clearly, I keep excellent company.