After an amazing and long day outside at a campsite with his family this past Saturday (no we did not stay overnight), The Wee One was a bit cranky on Sunday. Understandably so.
I had planned to spend most of yesterday writing but my time is not just my own anymore and my son needed extra mommy hugs. How could I say no to that?
This kid has helped me so much with my priorities.
Oh, I still worry and obsess over silly things but I now come to the realization quicker that most of those things are not important and worth worrying about. I know I’m not the first parent to see the world in a whole new way after having a child and I won’t be the last. I could write so much on the topic but I am most grateful for this new found ability to slow down and savor life.
Most days The Wee One lays in my bed after I shower while I get dressed for the day and do other things (things that don’t include blowing dry usually!). For the most part he gets fussy and I have to go pick him up after a few minutes. Some days he stays happy and awake until I’m ready, and once in a rare while he falls back asleep (without the help of rocking, swaddling, shushing, and paci’s I might add).
Those moments are quiet and special. My brain is telling me to move him to his crib so I can run to the kitchen and clean up the smoothie mess from earlier, or so I can grab my laptop and join him in bed while working on next week’s blog posts, or so I can make that phone call before he wakes up. But I don’t do any of those things. Instead, I crawl into bed and lay next to him drinking in his sweet baby smell, cuddling his soft baby skin, and watching him sleep until my eyelids get too heavy to stay open.
Everything else can wait. The dishes, the emails, the bills, the laundry, the dinner prep. As a stay-at-home mom all of those things will be there tomorrow and the next day and the next week and the next month but this delicious baby will only be drowsy enough to fall asleep in my bed for so long. And I can’t risk missing that.