Revel in the Now

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My daughter’s little chin was covered in drool as her grin grew larger with every wiggle of my nose against her ribcage.

My son’s hand placed along my shoulder, as his eyes fixed themselves to the TV screen. Probably Super Wings or Bluey.

8pm and bedtime was here, but I was stealing just a few more quiet moments with them… ones that would imprint in my mind for years to come.

I used to dream of this. The boy. The girl. The house. This life.

I blinked and it appeared. Not really, but sort of.

I kept telling myself to slow down or I’d miss all this magic.

The wet kisses and messy rooms. Bald spots and tiny toes. Small hugs and gummy smiles.

Was “being present” realizing you weren’t and then snapping into the here and now simultaneously?

I was getting the hang of it.

I didn’t want to be the mom with regrets. The one who worried. The one who rushed or grumpily trudged along because it was “just another day” and things “had to get done.”

I get to live this life. I get to be busy. I get to plan my days. I get to be a mom.

If we’re not reveling in the now, what are we doing? Are we even living?

I’ve spent much of this last month reflecting on the kind of mom I want to be. The kind of person my children deserve.

A present, supportive, and patient mentor, companion and rock.

A gentle place to fall.

A listening ear.

A friend.

I was worried I would let this all pass by, so instead I decided to stop and be.

It changed everything.

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