Perfect Moment Monday.November 5, 2012 at 4:54 pm | Posted in motherhood, NaBloPoMo | 12 Comments
The first day of Standard Time. He’s been up since 5:45, and we’ve had a day of activity – a hike, raking leaves, and he even got to watch a professional cut down trees. We’ve given his daddy kisses and seen him off to the airport, and it’s just he and I at home.
He climbs into my lap and asks to go to bed at 6:30. And he’s been doing this recently; pretending his feet don’t work to go up the stairs so I have to carry him. He’s long and heavy and I don’t love carrying him up the stairs, but tonight he holds on around my neck and snuggles into Bear and Spoochy and Maisy. It’s too cute.
Every night we read two books, so I tell him to pick out his books for the night. He picks out one book – Richard Scarry’s book, “Cars and Trucks and Things that Go” – and tells me, This is a long one, Mommy, so I only want to read one tonight.
I don’t know what he finds completely hilarious about me accidentally skipping the first page, but he gets the giggles. His laugh makes ME laugh, and we are laughing together.
I read the book, he finds Goldbug on every page, and then we’re done.
When I turn off the light, he asks, Will you lay down with me, Mommy?
So I do. And he turns to me, his face inches from mine, and he snuggles into Bear. And he stares far into my eyes until his lids start to droop.
In a flash, I’m transported back to the hospital the night after his birth, where I lay on my side to try and nurse him, and he just stared into my eyes, as if he had known me forever.
That was ages ago, eons ago. But yesterday.
Within seconds, his eyes are closed, and he’s asleep, his breath sweet against my cheek. And I stay, and watch over him, and marvel at how beautiful he is and how deep and wide my love for him is. How I’d do anything for him.
With every fiber of my being, I love him.
I take an extra, luxurious moment, and breathe him in.
And then I tiptoe out.