Every mother has read the poem/meme/article about how you never know when it will be the last time you...(insert mothering item here).
Mothers of lots of small children mostly roll their eyes at it, even if we know we will eventually feel that way. It's just that we are constantly needed all. the. time.
Today dad and the big boys left and the baby was looking tired, so I had planned to put him down, shower, and get some work done on the computer. Then, in a not-so-shocking turn of events, he flipped out and cried for 20 minutes.
Then, this boy who typically goes to nap and bed pretty well, flipped out again when I put him in bed. Let's just say I got 0 of my items done, and ended up rocking the baby and watching cooking shows on PBS. We rocked for at least a half hour, and for once instead of steaming about my plans being ruined, I enjoyed it.
It had been a couple of months since I'd rocked him. I am grateful that I took the time to touch his chubby little bare feet, and watch his eyes close gently when he finally gave in to sleep, and giggle at his round belly poking out of his shirt. I thought of that "last times" thing and didn't even roll my eyes. It was a few sweet minutes we got to spend together and I'm thankful for it!