The past month or so, I've found myself wishing I could savor and freeze sweet little moments with miss Bonnie. I started keeping notes on my phone of such moments as the days went on. I wasn't sure what I'd do with them at the time as each moment is everything short of extravagant; but the mundane is beautiful and oh so special to me. Here are a few of such "moments" I've recorded.
Milk drops rolling down and hanging from her cheek, she turns and gazes out the window. It's our last morning in our home but she doesn't know this. Sun rising, the night's dullness fades. Our busy day has begun.
1,2,3 click! 1,2,3, click! Goes our car seat routine. I shut the door and run to return the grocery cart. Circling back to her car window, her blue eyes glowing, lock on mine. We share a moment. Her infectious smile leads me to return a goofy smirk. Separated by the glass window, we each laugh. Repeat. Laugh. The afternoon sun warms the back of my neck, Ergo hangs haphazardly from my waist. I hop into the drivers seat to see who may have just witnessed our mother-daughter shenanigans. For a minute, I soak up the spring warmth and am overcome with great thankfulness. This is motherhood. This brings me such joy.
I wade through the water. Baby girl holds tightly onto my shoulder. She slightly shivers but my voice calms her. She loves the water, but this is a new pool and it's just us. She is not her normal, splashing/kicking/squealing self. I start to sing- still no smile. And so, we just walk and wade. Singing quietly. Kisses fall on her sweet wet cheeks. Though I think about getting out and moving on with our day, I am patient. And persistent. We wade and sing; wade and sing. Suddenly she looks into my eyes, smiles, and begins to softly splash. Back to normal she goes and we have a great time. She needed my reassurance, my patience. She needed gentleness. Those splashes and sweet smiles were worth every waiting minute.
It was an incredibly busy day. Sweet babe barely napped with all of the moving chaos. It was far passed her bed time, but I longed for a few moments with my girl. Her "sleepy music" turned on, bath running, lavender oil dropped into the warm water, we hopped into the bath together. She curled up into my arms instead of playing in the water as she normally does. She was still, soft, and simply gazed up into my eyes. She then began to nurse. For 30 minutes we cuddled and nursed in the bath tub. It was quite possibly my favorite 30 minutes of motherhood thus far. She was so still, so sweet, and so reassured that all was okay. We both needed that bath.
Hard-working mommas, take a moment out of your day and find the beauty. I promise that even on your worst day, you can find something!