I can’t help but notice them everywhere lately. Just last week, I spotted one at the grocery store, and the day before, there was another at the library. This morning, I saw a mom attempting to enjoy her coffee at a local café. It seems like these busy mothers are popping up all around, and I can’t stop observing them.
These moms are managing a full load—pushing hefty shopping carts, maneuvering strollers, or even swinging playground equipment, all while trying to keep a squirming infant secure in their arms. They’re masters of multitasking, navigating their daily routines with a little one at their hips, yet they rarely stop to think about the magnitude of their juggling act.
And here’s what I wish I could say to them: “Excuse me, but could I hold your baby for a minute?”
Now, I know what you’re thinking. The response I’d likely receive would be a confused glare, a swift turn away, or even a roll of the eyes. I can almost hear someone calling security on me. If only those mothers would pause long enough to hear my plea.
The truth is, it’s been ages since I’ve held a baby. Honestly, it feels like forever. That’s why I want to hold yours—or any baby, really. I’m just another well-meaning mom who wants to give you a moment of respite. More than anything, my empty arms yearn to cradle a baby once again. Have I mentioned I haven’t held a real baby in what seems like an eternity?
It’s hard to believe I’m admitting this. For nearly two decades, I had a little one either in my arms, on my lap, or perched on my shoulders. During most of that time, I craved a break—just a few moments to myself to grab a bite, run an errand, or even just use the restroom without a tiny shadow. I was often overwhelmed by the constant closeness of my infants, wishing for any opportunity for someone else to take over for a bit.
But now, I long for those days again, as my once soft, squishy babies have grown into tall, hairy teenagers who prefer to keep their distance.
You might be wondering, “Don’t you have any friends with babies?” Regrettably, no. We’ve all moved on to the trials of parenting teens or have kids who are off at college. Unless one of our children decides to start a family or I experience a surprise pregnancy—which I can’t even fathom—we’re stuck with only memories of holding babies.
So I watch from afar in stores, smiling wistfully at mothers juggling their little ones. Oh, that sweet baby head smell! It’s a far cry from the scent of a teenager, trust me.
In fact, I’d even consider offering my baby-holding services to big retailers. Imagine this: “Hello, Target? Forget about your door greeters; I have a proposal you can’t resist. If you want busy moms to take their time and browse every aisle, hire me and my friends to hold their fussy babies!” Just think of the sales boost if moms could try on clothes without the fuss of a crying child. You wouldn’t even need to pay us—just keep the coffee coming, and I’ll soothe those little ones in no time.
I know there are plenty of moms who would gladly hand over their babies for a quick breather. First-time moms might still be on high alert, but eventually, they too will find themselves wishing they could pass their baby to a friendly stranger, if only for a moment. And for those of you with larger families—three or more kids, you know what I’m talking about—don’t hesitate to hand over that baby. Grab those bagels and let me help.
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In summary, if you see me eyeing you in the grocery store, it’s not because I’m trying to invade your space. I’m just a mom with a soft spot for babies, hoping to lend a hand and relive those sweet moments of holding a tiny one again.