The bedtime routine for Ada changed when we converted her crib into a toddler bed. When she was smaller, I would rock her and then lay her down. I don't know how things like this end...it doesn't seem like it happens in a day, but it must. Because one day I rock my baby and the next I tuck in a toddler who has crawled into her own bed. Such bittersweet changes.
When our new routine first started, Ada began asking,
"Can you be here?" or "Can you be here and play with my hair (and hair is said with a southern twang)?"
"Being here" isn't easy for me. There is always something else calling me forward--dishes, laundry, the prospect of some quiet time alone. Rushing through these precious fleeting moments can be second nature for my type A, task oriented self.
Ada's request for me to be here with her reminds me of the sacredness of the now and the fullness that comes when I choose to be here...to run my fingers through soft curls, to listen to the thoughts of my little girl...to grasp a bit of the eternal.
1 comment:
good choice! I was the same way.
Those are the things you and they
will remember. Not your chores, and/or your tasks. Keep up the good work. WHo knows maybe you'll be nominated for the MOM OF THE YEAR award, like Kevin and Father of the Year!!!
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