Gretchen Rubin's Four Splendid Truths is the third one: "The days are long, but the years are short." Indeed, as far as this mother of two is concerned, truer words have never been spoken.
For the past couple of weeks, I have really been feeling that "long" part of the equation. I find myself wondering far too often if I can get
away with wearing an article of clothing a little bit longer or if it's
too saturated with spit-up or mucus or [insert child's bodily fluid
here] to be acceptable. (This was not an issue that came up all that
often in my professional life.) Moreover, the boys seem to have worked
out an arrangement to nap on alternating schedules, guaranteeing their
mommy 14 straight hours of non-stop fun!
And the truth (splendid or otherwise) is that I'm not
so good at days without downtime.
then yesterday things got a little better. Tiny Baby napped well. Big Boy napped
well (despite the best tag-team efforts of a neighboring power tool,
the FedEx guy, and the medevac helicopter). Some of that napping
happened at the same time. I read a blog post I really liked.
I found time to talk to E on the phone.
And one of those magical
moments happened and it reminded me of why we do this work - and it is work; inasmuch as it's a gift, an honor, a privilege, it is work -
of parenting: minutes after his bath, Tiny Baby had what we at the Motherese household affectionately call a "poop blowout." Because of this
blowout and his general preference for a clothes-free existence, he was
sitting on my lap in a diaper alone. Big Boy was sitting next to us
eating graham crackers. Tiny Baby then sneezed dramatically; Big Boy looked at him
and burped thunderously, as if in retaliation. The noise of Big Boy's
belch startled Tiny Baby. He flinched, knocking his fist into Big Boy's cracker
and breaking it. A shard of cracker landed on Tiny Baby's naked stomach,
setting Big Boy off into peals of laughter. Tiny Baby, in constant adoration of
his big brother and eager to show off one of his new skills, echoed Big Boy's giggles with his own.
There we were, three couch potatoes,
covered in graham cracker crumbs, laughing the day away.
And it occurred to me: the days may be long - sometimes they may even feel endless - but the magic is momentary.
Are you good at seeing the magic in the Everyday?
Image: Graham crackers by oskay via Flickr under a Creative Commons license.