Today one of the babies woke early from naptime with a wail. From the ocean of drool that we're wading through the past few days, I figured it was probably a tooth. The intense gnawing on the pacifier confirmed my suspicion.
So, I dosed him with a little Tylenol and settled in to hold him for a bit. I didn't expect him to fall back to sleep, but he curled up warm and cozy on my lap and drifted off.
My chores were calling. The playroom was a disaster area. The kitchen floor still needed to be swept up from lunch a couple hours earlier. The dishwasher needed to be unloaded.
But I recently wrote about my struggle to find balance, so I pushed all that out of my mind and held my baby. I marveled at his long lashes. I listened to his soft breathing. I snuggled him up tight against me.
My house is worse for the time I spent with my baby.
But my heart is better for it.
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3 comments:
Amen!
And you know what you did what is really important in life. The house will always be dirty. Your baby will not be.
So, so sweet! I actually said, "Aww.." when I finished reading. Messy house, but definitely good momma!
Hi, I just fell upon your website after realizing that I am expecting triplets, and this is my THIRD set of multiples. Reading this post has helped me to realize that we all need to take a step back every so often and just look at the little things! Thanks for sharing!
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