While putting Jack down for a rest today I had one of those moments when it hits you that yes, you do put your children or those that you deeply love before yourself.
Chris and I have always rocked our babies to sleep or laid with them in bed for awhile. For their benefit no. We are completely selfish in the fact that those moments don't last forever. So we will rock until Mills is out of her crib, and we are more than okay with it. Jack already goes to bed at night after we read, so all I have now is the occasional nap to snuggle with him.
Cuddling on the couch I have to act asleep or Jack will bounce around forever. Things are settling down when I here it. Pffffftt......pfft...pfft. What do you do? If I had it my way I would run out screaming "Air! I. Need. Air! Jack! C'mon man!" But no, for my child to sleep I must pretend sleep. And smell it. Pretend sleep as if my nostrils aren't being obliterated. Do I breath out the mouth or nose? What's worse? Mouth is worse! Mouth is worse!
So we will smell it. We will wear a Lightning McQueen backpack around the airport. Push our children in the cesspool police car shopping cart. Pick boogers. Shower later. Internet surf less. Giggle more. Lose sleep. Lover deeper. And throw any sort of humility out the window.
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