I’ve shared this story before. But last night was a confirmation of the very first lesson I learned from my children.
My eldest was about 4-6 months old. She wasn’t walking. I was working part time then. It was my day off and I remember like it was yesterday. I walked down the stairs into the kitchen holding her and wondering what to do with our day.
I was tired and motherhood felt a bit overwhelming and I stopped mid step in the kitchen standing right by the fridge and just stared at her. Thinking to myself “who put me in charge of another human being?” “Is this some kind of mistake?” “How am I expected to do this, when I feel I can barely take care of myself?”. I was having a bit of a mental crisis in those few moments.
And she looked back at me quizzically and as if she knew exactly what I was thinking and pressed her cheek into my lips and I understood clearer than if she had spoken the words out loud that I just had to love her and everything else would sort itself out.
Last night as my youngest laid sleeping beside me phlegmy and congested, tossing around, I brushed her hair off her cheeks lovingly and asked her if she needed anything? And she reached her hand up to my cheeks and lightly caressed each one in the way only a small child can do and said “this”. It was so tenderly sweet and pure.
I’m so lucky. To have such precious moments and memories. To think age and dementia can take your memories away. That is a sad thought. So I’m glad I’ve written a lot of them down. One day many, many years from now I hope I can read these and smile knowing that my life has had some pretty phenomenal moments. Indeed.
Wishing you more phenomenal moments in life. 💖🙂🌈🤗🙏🏽😁😘🥰🥳🤓🤸🏽♀️