That’s what I’m
told to do. That’s what I try to
do. Soak it ALL up!
When my 18
month old ends up in my bed EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, soak it up.
When she whines
and whines without using actual words so I have no idea what she wants, soak it
up.
When she
finally feels confident in her feet and climbing abilities that she becomes a
little clumsy and starts falling off every piece of furniture in the house and
screaming her little baby head off, soak it up.
When she takes
too long of an evening nap and decides that she is going to party until
midnight, soak it up.
When she has a
break down in the middle of the produce section at the grocery store because I
asked her to pick up the two pumpkins that she pulled down, soak it up.
When she stares
at the plate of food I’ve prepared and won’t take one bite, soak it up.
When she wants
to read a book, but won’t let me actually read it and just turns the pages and
gets angry when I don’t let her because I want to know how the story ends, soak
it up.
When it’s
bedtime and I’m trying to do the nightly routine and she just grunts and points
to anywhere and anything to do except go to bed, soak it up.
When she says, “I
yuv you!” soak it up.
When she kisses
me, those moments can be rare, soak it up.
When her little
fuzzy head that wasn’t combed after bath the night before tickles my cheek in
the morning, soak it up.
When she just
sits with me on the couch and watches TV while she eats an apple, or two, soak
it up.
When she
cackles and cackles while I chase her through the house butt naked because she
escaped while I was changing her diaper, soak it up.
When she hugs
me goodbye before I leave for work, soak it up.
When she folds
her hands and bows her head while we pray for our food, before bed or at
church, soak it up.
When she
shouts, “AMEN” before the prayer is even over, soak it up.
Parenthood isn’t
about just soaking up the happy times and fun times, it’s about soaking it ALL
up.
I’m reminded
every day that Wren won’t want to sleep in the bed with us when she is a
teenager. Soon she will learn to talk
and use all kinds of words and I might miss a little whine here and there. I can survive off of a few hours of sleep at
night, many parents have done it before me and many will continue to do it
after me. She’s not the only kid that has ever pitched a fit in the grocery
store and I’m not the first mom that got judged by someone else because her kid
was throwing a fit in the grocery store.
But I am her
only mommy! Yes, she might tell other
people that she yuv’s them, but they don’t wake up next to her fuzzy head every
morning. Yes, she gives out kisses, but
they don’t get those sleepy snuggles in the middle of the night like I do.
I will soak it
up. I will soak it ALL up. Even when I’m frustrated, tired and ready to
pull out my hair, her hair and her daddy’s hair, I WILL SOAK IT UP!
It’s already
going by fast and I know I’ll look back 10 years from now and wonder where the
time went, but until then you can find me with my sweet little Wren soaking it
all up!!
1 comment:
love this! love you!
the other Kim W. :)
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