It is the Monday after Mother's Day.
The day when -- after a blessed day off -- mothers everywhere get back to
and eating breakfast at the kitchen counter (or over the sink) instead of in bed.
In church yesterday (btw, I like having Mother's Day on Sunday. Church is a good place to be on this day.) I confirmed something that I had only suspected was true. I just needed to know I wasn't the only one who does this. Now I know.
The two pews in front of me were occupied by mostly women of childbearing age and beyond, along with a baby or two thrown in. A generous new mommy was "baby sharing" and allowing her little one to be passed into the eager hands of the women around her.
And then, half-way through the service, I saw it.
One woman in the bunch, who wasn't holding a baby at the time, was doing something she didn't even know she was doing.
The phantom baby sway.
That natural movement females adapt when within the vicinity of a child under two years of age. Not actually holding a child, mind you. Just standing alone, swaying those hips as if to lull the phantom child on them to complacency.
I think it is a pheromone thing. I don't know.
I have caught myself doing it.
In the middle of a prayer I suddenly become self aware. Why am I swaying? I peek through my reverently closed lids. Oh, there is an infant two pews up that has been detected by my mommy radar. Say no more.
(OK, stop judging me for thinking this during prayer time. It happens.)
At the time I didn't know if this baby swaying behavior with no baby on board was normal behavior. I sure stopped as soon as I caught myself. Am I the only one who does this? I must look silly!
So I felt validated yesterday, when I spotted this woman doing the baby sway with no baby at hand. Aha! I am not the only one! It's natural! God must have just built that little quirk into our extremely complicated female physiology.
I am not advocating peeking around church during prayer or confession time. But the next time I see a woman doing the phantom baby sway, I will thank God for giving us people who have a knack for mothering.
And for goodness sake, I will tell her to stop swaying. She looks silly.
Happy belated Mother's Day!