If I think about this too hard, I get a little watery-eyed. My three-year-old is PRECIOUS and in the midst of this trying age where he is testing boundaries night and day (and I sometimes feel like I am losing my mind), I sometimes forget just how precious he really is. And sometimes I get a much needed reminder. Last night was one of those times.
Last night he slept for the first time in big boy underwear (and no changing sheets this morning either!) He woke up at 2:30 hollering “Momma” because he needed to go pee pee. Annoyed because he doesn’t get that he could do this on his own just yet, I got out of my cozy, warm bed and stumbled down the hall to his room to get him. All I wanted to do was get him to the bathroom and then get back in bed. As he washed his hands, he kept telling me he wanted to “wawk”. I kept guessing what we meant. Walk? Work? Water? I couldn’t figure it out. I was frustrated at this point because I was clueless as to what he was telling me, and I also realized going straight back to bed was probably going to be a struggle.
Now, I need to back up here and say that when he tells me something that I don’t understand, I always tell him to show me. So, when I couldn’t figure out what “wawk” was, and I was just trying to shuttle him back to bed, he said, “Let me show you.” and proceeded to run into the living room. You moms out there can relate to my mood at this point; you know how grumpy I was that he was fighting me on going back to bed. All I could think about was the fact that I had to be up in three hours.
But then he did something that is making me tear up as I type this. My non-snuggly boy who I have always had to BEGGGG to let me hold him (even as a baby he wasn’t big on being held) ran to the recliner, patted it, looked at me, and said, “Wawk”. My heart melted. M.E.L.T.E.D. The annoyance was gone. My attitude immediately changed. He wanted me to rock him. And of course I obliged. Gladly. I didn’t care that it was 2:30 in the morning anymore. My baby wanted me to hold him. Rock him. Scratch his back. I could have held him all night.
Yes, sometimes I need those little moments that make me realize life goes too fast, and kids grow up too fast. If I get
a little less sleep very little sleep in this phase of life, it will be okay. If my house isn’t perfectly clean (okay a mess), my kids won’t care. If we eat out every now and then, it isn’t the end of the world. There is a country song by Trace Adkins that my husband reminds me of every now and again, especially when it seems like life is getting too chaotic. The chorus goes like this:
You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These Are Some Good Times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this
And, yes, I am going to miss this. I am going to miss my precious son being three. I already miss him being a baby. Savor the moments, Jami. Stop when everything around you is a whirlwind and savor the moments.