Rushing around to get everything done, I know that I am quite a picture as I march into Target, the baby in the sling, the toddler on my hip. We zoom around the store, singing songs and pointing out interesting things in the store -- toys, markers, shirts, diapers -- my almost-2-year-old repeating the words as I say them to him. The baby reaches for her brother and I gently move her hand away. The store is our playground this morning.
One day a week I am with these two. The other six days (except in the summer), I work outside the home. My job is wonderful, fulfilling, and thankfully, flexible. That doesn't mean it's not a lot of hours. So this one day, I treasure with them.
As we leave Target, the baby is almost instantly asleep, worn out from seeing the world from my hip. The bigger one is sleeping within 5 minutes. My first instinct is to wake him, jerk him out of that netherworld of dozing, so as to earn for myself a longer afternoon nap. My next is to watch him in the rearview mirror, loving his beautiful baby look as he sleeps. I turn the car and drive towards Starbucks instead of home. I order my coffee (iced, hazelnut syrup, splash of milk...the poor mama's latte) and drive slowly home. I park in front of the house and sit, breathing deeply, drinking coffee, listening to the soft sleeping noises of my two little ones... debating to take them inside, let them nap...and then the baby wakes up, slowly, quietly, and looks around. Her brother continues his beautiful sleep...and then it's over. He wakes up, and we move on with our day. My quiet moments are shattered but now we're moving...doing...being.
Booty (pirate), bubbles, and the bike...followed by a little bit of Elmo's World as we cool off from the heat outside. I sit on the floor and they battle over my legs, she is trying to crawl over them, he wants her spot. There's enough room for both, I try to say, but he will have none of it. I squeeze little toes and knees and fingers and tushies as they wrestle and writhe around the living room floor.
I am mommy...my very body belongs to them. They use me as a jungle gym, horsey, pillow, snack. Even when I'm at work, my thoughts are with them. Priorities? It doesn't even begin to describe it.
This post was written as part of MamaBloggas September Group Writing Project.
What a loving Mama you are! You may have seen me at Target--I'm the one who rammed you with my cart because I was distracted by my baby who was screaming and my three-year-old who had just run around the corner into another aisle! Your post made me think about how I've been taking all the time I get to spend with them for granted. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteA delightful post and one that clearly shows not only your love for, but your enjoyment of your children.
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It's so nice to be able to take the time to appreciate and enjoy and really soak in our children--I rarely take the time to do that!
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That was beautiful. You painted such a vivid and heartfelt picture with your words.
ReplyDeleteI love this post because of your honesty about wanting that longer afternoon nap, but surrendering to the moment of now. Thank you. I think I needed to read that lesson of the day.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteI think it's great you enjoy your kids so much! I know that I definitely need to do that more! :)
ReplyDeleteYour enjoyment of motherhood carries through in this post beautifully.
ReplyDelete"Priorities? It doesn't even begin to describe it."
ReplyDeleteToo true! I love this - beautiful post! :)
Phyllis - That was exceptionally lovely! I love the little vignettes you captured with your skillful words - like tiny, exquisite snapshots through a camera lens aimed at the heart. Thank you for the beautiful end to my day!
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