Some days I have so many different things planned for the morning I lose focus of what is really important. Today before I left for the gym I had planned on getting a few things done around the house. I didn’t expect my little man to want to help. I could have pushed him away and kept my hurried pace to get as much done as possible. Or I could stop, let him push the vacuum, broom or mop and stop and smile.
Did I get as much done as I planned? No.
Did we leave the house a little bit later than anticipated? Yes, but we still ended up making it to where we were going on time.
Did I have more fun cleaning the house than I have had in weeks? Yes.
So, the bathroom floors were left unmopped and a few windows didn’t get cleaned, but memories were made. We had fun and at least my kitchen floor is no longer covered in dirt.
When we stop to take time to enjoy the moments instead of charging through and rushing to get each task accomplished. Things get done, but memories often are not made. There are times to rush and get things done and other days we are at a luxury and can stop and breathe. Maybe there will be a few extra crumbs on the counter and the toilet will have to be cleaned tomorrow, but we will never be given today back.
Today when he is so little and so willing to help.
Today when mommy is still the coolest person he knows.
Each day my baby turns a little more into a boy and I feel myself trying to soak up every snuggle, every cuddle. I don’t emotionally understand the changes on the horizon, but I know they are coming so if I can force myself to stop each time and enjoy a moment of cleaning with my sweet little boy, slowly loading the laundry or hiding under the clean clothes.
I’ll do it.