The holidays were a blur this year. I was ready early for once – shopping done, presents wrapped, treats made and tucked away – and that was good since the Wretched Cold of 2014 had both Forrest and I congested, still, after several weeks. And since he’s almost 2 1/2, life is getting harder for my little guy because his demands are NOT being met to his satisfaction. Bedtime is touch and go with the Mom’s! and the I get up!s and the coughing and wanting to open the door, not open the door, I do it!s…some tears and frustration on both sides these days. But it’s just when I’m at my limit, when he’s griping and complaining and being contradictory as all get out as we rock before bed – sing, Momma! No, no signing! I sing! I no sing! – that we both go into a coughing fit so I pat his back…then he pats mine.
It’s these tiny moments of time that remind me to relax and lean into love, to remember that life is made up of tiny bits of good and bad and hard and amazing and I wouldn’t give up a second of any of it for anything.