The Baby in the Grass
By: Mary Wever
You expect me to be goo-ing and ga-ing without a whole lot of thoughts in my head. My job is just to sit here, look cute, and let you hold me. But you know what? Just because I’m a baby doesn’t mean that I don’t think or have feelings. I’m sure you think I cry because I’m hungry or sleepy or need this disgusting poop removed from my butt. Yeah, you’re right. Sometimes those are the reasons I cry. But not today. I have in-depth and complicated feelings just like you, and I’m ready for you to hear my story.
You probably don’t remember the first time you went outside because of your “I was too young” excuse. Well, I remember my first experience in the great outdoors like it was yesterday. Wait, I think it was yesterday...
There I was, sitting in my swing minding my own business, sucking on my favorite finger. Back and forth, back and forth. When all the sudden, mom gets in my face and coos, “It’s time for Mar-Mar to go outside-side to see the pwetty grass-grass.” Poor mom. She can’t make it through an entire sentence without repeating herself. I hope she can get some help for that someday.
The next thing I know, I’m being whisked out of my swing, thrown on mom’s hip, and hurried out the door like a ____. Before I can yelp in disagreement, I am being plopped on the floor with a thud. But this floor was nothing like the floor inside my world. This floor felt different. Not pokey like when mom gets me with , but more scratchy like Grandpa’s beard when he blows on my belly.
All I know is that I don’t like this newfound feelings. Well, I don’t think I like it. It’s weird, even though this floor makes me feel weird, I don’t want to leave it. Instead, I’m just going to sit here with my one leg on the floor. I don’t think I could stand to have both in this mess, so I slowly move my right leg up off the floor. But you know what? That floor is longer than the floor inside. It seems to keep reaching up to my leg like____. So, I raise my leg higher. I’m a baby. I’m flexible. This should be no problem.
Mom took me outside to enjoy a beautiful fall day.
First day the baby remembers going outside. No names for anything. Just describe what you see, hear, smell, feel, fall over and taste.
Grass on feet
Put back down just in case it’s finally moved
Nope, its still there
What is this pokey feeling on my heel? Why won’t anyone pick me up? I’m making those same noises I make when I’m inside and