I remember hearing it SO much in a day I almost wished I wouldn't hear it again. I remember never having a moment to myself (not even to pee or bathe) I remember wishing for just one minute to myself that wasn't still spent somehow dealing with the kids.
Those moments I've wished for, they're here. I get home from 9 hours of work and no one runs to the door. If I'm lucky someone will ask what I'm cooking and when it's going to be ready before slinking back off into the bedroom, closing the door, and blaring the music...
So tonight I took a bath. I used to BEG for just ONE UNINTERRUPTED bath... tonight as I was shaving hard to reach areas and spread in odd directions in the tub there was a knock.
"Are you almost done mama?" It was my son my baby boy who's now taller than me... he wanted me to "tickle his back" to help him fall asleep. Give me a moment (I grinned ear to ear) finished what I could reach without learning yoga, and ran to spend a few moments with the boy who is too soon becoming a man. These moments are almost over. One day I'll wake up and he'll be moving out... so now sure I still have things to do. A craft to finish before tomorrow morning, my lunch to pack, my clothes to lay out, photographs to edit, but all that... well it can wait.... it can wait while I "mama".
Moral of the story I guess. Being mama is all that really matters and as they get older you don't get to do it as often. So make the most of it!
Those moments I've wished for, they're here. I get home from 9 hours of work and no one runs to the door. If I'm lucky someone will ask what I'm cooking and when it's going to be ready before slinking back off into the bedroom, closing the door, and blaring the music...
So tonight I took a bath. I used to BEG for just ONE UNINTERRUPTED bath... tonight as I was shaving hard to reach areas and spread in odd directions in the tub there was a knock.
"Are you almost done mama?" It was my son my baby boy who's now taller than me... he wanted me to "tickle his back" to help him fall asleep. Give me a moment (I grinned ear to ear) finished what I could reach without learning yoga, and ran to spend a few moments with the boy who is too soon becoming a man. These moments are almost over. One day I'll wake up and he'll be moving out... so now sure I still have things to do. A craft to finish before tomorrow morning, my lunch to pack, my clothes to lay out, photographs to edit, but all that... well it can wait.... it can wait while I "mama".
Moral of the story I guess. Being mama is all that really matters and as they get older you don't get to do it as often. So make the most of it!
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