This blog post about, as the book calls it, the Precious Present, prompts me to reflect on and write about a small moment with Wee One today. It was just before I was going to lay her down for her nap, and we were laying on the bed together, singing songs.
Wee One
Joyful Heart
Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year. Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Describe a moment if your life when your heart was full and overflowed with joy.
Mama Bear Roar
This morning, while waiting (and waiting and waiting…) in line at the DMV (I lost my Washington license today; boo-hoo) I read, in one of my local parenting groups, about a creepy dude at the park skulking around the kids. Another mom was like, oh, was it this guy? And had a whole other story. They were two different creepers, and represent but a drop in the bucket of all the creepers out there, I’m sure.
Black and White Photographs
What is it about a black and white photo that is so beautiful?
1, 2, 3, Jump!
This is a fantastic new game that is sweeping the nation Sahara’s household, and if you haven’t played it you don’t know what you’re missing.
Learn How To Juggle And Other Things
I mean, literally, juggle!
I have some scarves that I juggle that I got from one of those learn-to-juggle kit. (It was on clearance.) Wee One has seen me do it many times, and today, she picked up two of the scarves and threw them in the air and waved her arms around. Like she was juggling. She even made the little noises that I make when I’m doing it. #Killmenowsocute!
I know that toddlers are sponges and they do what they see. I am a little touched that she is imitating me and I’m thinking about other things I want her to do, to see me do.
Ain’t Too Proud To Beg
Wee One layed down on the kitchen floor and then patted the floor next to her. ‘Lay down, mommy.’ The sweet gesture said.
I layed down next to her and she put her arm around me. We played peekaboo and I patted her head, then we shifted around so her head was on my arm. We were still. I had my eyes closed, and she had her paci. Sometimes she played with her hands or moved her feet on my legs.
She just wanted snuggles.
Now, we were on the kitchen floor, hard wood and cold. I thought about laying on the kitchen floor when I was growing up. Don’t laugh; I was usually engrossed in a book and wanted to keep reading. So I’d just lay where I was, and I remember being completely comfortable there back then. While lying there this morning, I thought about how life had brought this experience back around after 30+ years and how different they were.
But hell – I ain’t too proud to beg for snuggles! In fact, baby girl, mommy will always stop for those.
