In my constant quest to reach for my dreams (or more accurately, think about reaching for my dreams), I am at risk of missing the pleasures of the present.
And despite some tough times for our family financially and a job that isn’t always as rewarding as I’d like, the present is, thank God, quite amazing. I think that it’s important to stop every now and then and enjoy the moment because I’d hate to think that 5 years from now, I’ll look back at Baby Blue’s first few years and feel like I missed it. So I won’t.
My favorite moments this week:
- I put Blue to bed the other night and–like he’d been doing the previous few nights–he reached through the slats of his crib and touched my leg. I bent down and in the darkened room, I puckered up and was given the sweetest, sloppiest kiss ever through the slats of his crib followed by a heartbreaking (in a good way) giggle. Love. LOVE.
- Yesterday, Blue and I spent some time in his room after his nap putting together puzzles and listening to Reggae music. At one point, he grabbed his sippy cup and came to me. I laid back and put my head on a pillow, he laid back and put his head on my arm and we just chilled there on the floor with him finishing his milk and me basking in my son.
- We took Blue to a Children’s Park and hit a rocky rapids with him. Blue and I held hands and walked up and down the rapids–at the top, it would rain and he had no fear of the falling water. He had no fear of the bumpy walk to the bottom either (though mom was not sporting river shoes and it was touch and go for a bit).
- I was brought to tears watching a reality show that featured a particularly inconsiderate, whiny, rude and unaffectionate husband/father. I am so happy to have married a GOOD guy. He loves me–and tells me all the time. And–more importantly–shows me all the time. He makes me dinner–even when he has to go to work. He hugs me. He says nice things. He listens. He doesn’t jump at every opportunity to point out my mistakes. He is a spectacular daddy who KNOWS our son. He is engaged and proud to be engaged. He’s never once dodged a dirty diaper and when Blue was tiny, my husband got up nearly every time Blue cried — even if it was a middle-of-the-night-breastfeeding dealio — he was there in case I needed him.
So those are my moments for the last week. There will be more, I’m sure, and I promise to pay attention.