Nothing like a one year old to bring everything back into perspective!
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This morning the kids were being SO LOUD for some reason. Sitting there eating breakfast and just being SO LOUD! I had the radio on and I was trying to hear the news. So what did I do to rectify the situation? I got LOUDER than them! Yeah… uh-huh…that solved it! I still missed the weather and thought I heard something about Brittany Spears shaving her head??? What???
So I started the day kinda perterbed with them and as I was standing next to the radio writing out my grocery list, Emery comes up to me with his hand out and says, “Mama dans?” I looked down at him and realized that Tim McGraw’s song, “Live Like You were Dying” was playing. How appropriate.
I put my pen down and grabbed Emery’s chubby little hand as he led me to the spot in the kitchen where we could dance together. It was so cute I nearly started to cry. My thoughts turned to the fact that in a few short years he will be asking other girls to “dans”.
So that was it. My wake up call for the day! There were tons of things I wanted to do today like clean my bathroom, catch up on laundry, and vaccum. I figured we could all do it together. I hooked my iPod up to the whole-house sound system and turned the volume up LOUD in every room.
We danced while we cleaned mirrors, scrubbed toilets, and put away toys. Emery and I danced again while Savannah vaccumed, then she danced while he and I took our turn with it. Did it take me twice as long to do the chores with the kids “help”? Of course! Was it way more fun? ABSOLUTELY!
After I put all the cleaning supplies away, the music was still playing and Emery held his arms up and asked “queeze?” I picked him up and squeezed him tight. A slow song came on so I started swaying to the music and singing softly to him. He laid his head down and in a matter of minutes he was asleep. I looked around at all the laundry that still needed folding and hugged him even tighter. It’s not going anywhere, I decided. But before too long, this little boy will be.
I rocked and sang to him for close to an hour. Now it’s 2:15 in the afternoon and I’m not sure when (or if) he will be taking another nap today. I still have bills to pay and laundry to fold. Heck! I’m still in my pajamas!!! But who cares? Just sitting here I can remember how his body felt snuggled up close to mine with his sweet baby breath on my neck while he slept. Do I have any regrets? Not a one.
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