The Sweet Moments

I think that in life we all tend to overlook the little moments that make getting up in the morning worth it and instead rush from place to place and mentally check things off in our minds. I know I myself have been guilty of this a lot and I am trying to make a conscious effort to savor the sweet moments in each day that make them all worth it when I collapse in bed exhausted.

I had one of those moments last night that in turn made me think about the others in my recent memory. Jonathan was sitting in the bath tub playing with his octopus and I asked him if he was a happy baby. He looked up at me and smiled that wide mouthed, happy, toothless baby smile that melts my heart each time.

I thought about how my mom had driven up to spend Easter weekend with us and while she fed him, I watched and listened to the sounds of Grandma and Grandson enjoying the simple task of a meal more enthusiastically than most people will ever experience. It may have been that they were simply enjoying each others company, or that they were both trying to make the most out of a painfully short visit.

I remembered about a night a week or so ago when it was just me at bath time with Jonathan and how when I was trying to burp him, he turned his head, looked at me and smiled with love in his eyes. He then leaned towards me for a kiss and my right cheek was engulfed in the sweet slobber of my beautiful son. I used to think baby spit was disgusting....now I relish each and every time I am slobbered on in an attempt by Jonathan to give his mommy a kiss.

I thought about how sometimes Jonathan will look at me as if studying the features of my face. Then he will either lay his hand on my cheek, gently cupping it in his tiny palm, or he will reach up and tentatively touch my hair as if testing the texture. Admittedly, sometimes he gets his hand caught in the strands and it pulls, but most of time he just touches it.

The way he finds the simplest and sometimes the most ridiculous things hilarious, enjoying them with the glee that we tend to loose as we grow up. Those things tend to change more rapidly than the weather, but his current funny is when we look at him and give a fake sneeze. We say an exaggerated ACHOOO and he laughs like we are highly paid comedians.

I think my two favorite things though are his high pitched squeal of delight for which I have no reason as to why he has made the sound at that moment and the sound of him and Chris playing together before bathtime. their combined laughter and joy is a balm to my soul.

Like I said, I know I am as guilty of it as everyone else, but I am trying to take the time to savor these sweet moments that the trials and stress of the day melt away, even if only for a few precious minutes. I hope that everyone who reads this takes the time to do the same. You can never get these days and these moments back and no two will ever be exactly the same.

My impression of "The Thinker"