Guest blogger day!

By Shannon Starr
When my baby was still a baby I was raising her all by myself. During the course of the day there was not a single soul I could turn to and say, “Keep an eye on the baby while I _________ (fill in the blank: take a nap, shower or shit).”
I looked forward to the day she would be somewhat self-sufficient. The first milestone was when she could sit up in the bathtub and play all by herself. For about one hour at the end of the day she would amuse herself with her bath toys. I would be within line-of-sight constantly about 10 feet away in the kitchen. One end of the counter was five feet from the bathroom door, I would never leave the line-of-sight and the whole time I would feel like a horrible mother because I was not right there within arm’s length of saving her life.
I would wash dishes, fix my dinner and her dinner while she would sit there and play with her favorite toy.
The toy was a mama duck with two baby ducks. The little family set came with three rings, the rings connected with each other and the yellow mama duck went into the big ring and the blue and red baby ducks went into little rings.
“Quack, quack, quack,” Alexandria would say while she splashed and lifted the ducks out of their rings and then put them back.
One day during our evening routine I looked over and then went back to work.
“Quack, quack, quack,” said Alex.
Something made me turn back and look again.
I knew she had a yellow duck, a blue duck and a red duck.
I didn’t recognize the duck she had in her hand.
“Quack, quack, quack,” she said as her little hand moved the object in front of her face.
“Where did the brown duck come from?” I wondered.
I broke for a run to the bathtub.
I don’t know how much more I have to spell this out now folks,
but let’s just say that when she started the bath she didn’t have a brown duck. She made one herself.

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