Scene: a Mom’s Book Group somewhere in Vermont.
Senior Mom: So how old are your kids?
Junior Mom : They’re 1 and 3.
Sr Mom: Ah…. You’re in The Baby Cave.
Jr Mom: The Baby Cave? Yes, you’re right, I am. How long does The Baby Cave last?
Sr Mom: The Baby Cave lasts till the youngest is 4.
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Here I am, still in The Baby Cave. I’m getting closer to the mouth of the cave– in the first years I was deep in the darkest far corner, nestled in bed with my nursing infant, weak with love, blinded by sleep deprivation. Now I can see broad daylight. And a miracle– my addled milk-brain has started working again.
But it’s misleading. Sometimes I run full-tilt at the mouth of the cave and bounce off a plexi-glass wall.
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