Apparently, Jonathon is choosing tonight to be a night owl. While I have scrambled to get eveything in order for tomorrow and updated our blog (see below), he has chosen to cry. Of course, his cry isn't constant or even loud, it's just consistent. He cries just long enough for me to decide that I'm needed, stop what I'm doing, and head to his room. Then, it stops. And it is quiet for another few minutes, that is, unless my foot lands on the squeaky board in the hallway. (sigh)
So, finally, I thought to myself that maybe he just needs his momma's touch. I go to him, pick him up and hold him. He lays his little head against my shoulder, pops his thumb into his mouth, and is content as I sway back and forth to the song on the radio. The warmth of his skin, the sound of his suckle, the tender touch of his head against my chest. They all melt my heart. And in our moment, I realize that my sweet little boy just needed his momma to reassure him that she was still there. And in that moment, my sweet little boy reminded his momma just how much she's going to miss these moments when he's all grown up.
Oh, yeah. His momma also realized that he needed some motrin to help his poor, achy legs since he decided to run all over the football field for two hours straight tonight.
No doubt about it, I just blew my chances at receiving the Mother of the Year award.
Smile
Good Night, my friends.
1 comment:
This brought tears to my eyes, Becky. Those littlest, fleeting moments are the reasons I blog. I never, ever want to forget moments like that.
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