Last night my little sweethart reminded me of how precious he is. He was having a rough time going to sleep, and I had experienced a particularly rough weekend. I went in to soothe him and held him in my arms, snuggling him.
He fell asleep. It was so sweet. He's such a busy little boy lately that it is rare that I actually get a chance to snuggle him in my arms. I sat there relishing the moment. I knew that I should put him back into his bed and get to bed myself, but I just had to sit there and enjoy the moment. Those precious moments are so few and far between.
I breathed in his sweet, fresh from the bath, little boy scent. I kissed his chubby little cheeks, his precious little nose, and his smooth forehead. I enjoyed the feeling of his warm little body snuggled up next to me, his head resting sweetly on my arm while his breath whooshed in and out of his body. I just enjoyed him.
Babies are miracles...they truly are. It is such a miracle that they are ever even born. So much can go wrong that when we DO meet those little ones we should simply look at them and think, MIRACLE. That's what my boy is. I loved those precious moments last night. I don't know how long I sat there before I finally made myself get up and put him back into his bed. He sighed his sweet, little sigh, rolled over and let me tuck his blanket around him. I think I could have sat there holding him all night, really! As I sat there, holding him, praying for him, and thinking about how wonderful he already is, I made a decision to not rush him.
I rushed his pregnancy. I wanted it to go quickly because I was scared, I just wanted to meet him. Now there are times that I wish I had just enjoyed those moments and let them pass slowly and relished them. There were times when I rushed him in the early months. I wished to be through a phase because everyone said the next phase was easier. Now I know, I have to enjoy each phase as it comes. You really don't know what the future holds, and we should enjoy the precious moments we have with our little ones, no matter how difficult they are. Even if they are looking you in the face and saying "NO" one thousand times a day!
I'm thankful for my little precious moment last night. I took one of those mental snapshots...you know the kind. They are the ones that you file away in your head, hoping to always remember exactly how it smelled, felt, and exactly how he looked. Precious.
Yep, I know exactly what you mean.
ReplyDeleteI used to actually enjoy getting up in the middle of the night sometimes just to enjoy that moment of connection in a dim room with Plava. I know what you're talking about here!
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