Joy. Wonder. Hope.
My fourth (and final!) boy is 7 months old and I’m caught in that stage every mom knows well: where you don’t want them to get bigger too fast and you’re going to miss their tooth-less grin and their lack of mobility, just sitting and watching and smiling instead of crawling and getting into everything; but you also want to start sleeping through the night and nursing less frequently than every two hours.
I’m really trying to soak it in since he is my last and I’ve been thinking about what babies can teach us about life.
Dancing. It’s always a good time to turn on music and dance. Or bounce gently on the mini-trampoline.
Faces. People are more interesting than toys.
Snuggles. Being held make everything better.
More snuggles. There can never be too many hugs and snuggles.
Honesty. When life is sad you cry. When life is good you laugh.
More Honesty. Vegetables are overrated. Give me the applesauce!
Being outside. Sometimes just getting fresh air makes everything better.
Playing. Laughing. Just hold me mom, and toss me and catch me and kiss me, and listen to me giggle. The dishes can wait. My brothers can wait. The world can wait.
My heart is so full of hope and sadness, and wonder and something I can’t put into words.
However old your baby/youngest is, make room for time to slow down, make space in your life to stop rushing around for a moment and sit and enjoy them. Hold them, be with them. Stare into their eyes and listen. Cherish the moment, and let them remind you to enjoy the fundamentals of life.
Note: I’m trying to be intentional about finding time to give my older boys undivided attention, and really listen to them and enjoy them – just like a do their baby brother.