Last night I found myself once again camped out on my little guy’s floor. Huddled under a thin blanket, time ticked slowly by as I waited over an hour for him to fall back to sleep.
There have been a few nights where I wondered, “Why am I doing this?”
But not last night.
Last night I thanked God that I got to spend that time with my son, and that both my babies were safe in their beds.
Playing Littlest Pet Shop seemed especially important today.
Fixing her hair for the 10th time so it would look “just right” — I treasured the chance.
And when my youngest wanted to play super heroes but spoke too quietly for Mamaw and Papaw to hear? I assigned them all their “bad guy” parts so he could play the hero. And I made sure he won every fight he had when he was up against me.
I am sure there are those who have wondered why I bother planning craft time with my kids, why I lug them in the stroller up and down a hundred hills at the zoo at least once a month, and why, even though I’d love to do the yoga class at the YMCA, I won’t, because I just can’t stand not being home for bedtime.
And this is why: tomorrow is not guaranteed for any of us.
I want my children to know, without a doubt, they they are loved. Every day.
I have found myself more involved with the little things this weekend too. I have always been involved with various activities in my children’s lives just as you are, but yeah the little things that we would usually think “enough is enough” really did not bother me anymore.
Today I took my 5 year-old to the grocery store, and anything she asked for, it got put in the cart. I decided some extra spoiling wasn’t going to hurt.
Definitely a blessing. Each and every child.
Mrs. Pancakes says
I couldn’t have said this better!!
Tina @ Life Without Pink says
We realize how precious life is….I did the same thing as you. I spent my weekend with the kids, just playing and cuddling. Cherishing every moment.
I think my kids had chapped cheeks by the end of the weekend.
Chris Carter says
It’s amazing how our perspective deepens into an anxious and passionate gratitude as our reality becomes so profoundly clear, that we treasure even more the gifts we have been given each day.
I will never forget what a gift my children are to me.
I have followed your blog since I first landed on it because I can feel the love for your children and entire family (including the furry) in every post you write. You make time an important part of your day. We all have bad days but don’t ever doubt that your children know how very much you love them. It shines very brightly from here! xo
Thank you, so very much, for saying that.
I truly hope they realize how much I do love them. It’s one of my goals this year — I’m challenging myself to tell them one new reason each day that I love them.
I think we’re all feeling this right now. Holding our kids a little closer and saying yes more often.
Goodness knows I’ve said yes a lot more often lately!