There are PJ’s. There is snack in the play room. There is extra TV time while eating snacks. In the play room. There are piles of bean bags, blankets and pillows. There just might be cookies after lunch.
Today.
There is no guilt. There is no we really should do… There is no manic wiping of tiny hands and sweeping of crumbs. There is no not right now, I’m busy.
Today.
There is yes. There is a lot of sure, why not? There are hugs, kisses. There is joy, the kind that only comes from watching small brothers make a tent fort, and decree their own fort rules.
Today.
There is the ease of home. The comfort of knowing love. The safety of place, our place.
Because?
Tomorrow.
Soon.
Too soon.
The floors will be clean, the windows free of hand and face prints. The laundry will be for two. The bean bags and blanket forts put away for good. The small boy in a dress-up apron, carrying a pad for taking orders and a tray filled with play food, will be gone. The small boy ordering a slice of plastic pizza, saying “Yummy! Dat’s good!” when he finally tastes his make-believe meal, will be gone.
Tomorrow.
There will be new joys. New laughter. Surprising, amazing adults who drive and shave and roll their eyes at embarrassing, old Mom.
Tomorrow.
It won’t be bad, or sad. It will be different.
So.
Today.
I lay my cheek against baby-fine hair and breathe in warm sleepiness. I say yes. I watch them play and talk and rest. I listen. I laugh. A lot. I cry a little and hope nobody notices. I choose not to worry about brain-rotting TV and teeth-rotting cookies. We can worry about that tomorrow. Forever. But not
Today.
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today sounds good to me.
So stunningly beautiful. xx
You and I?
*fistbump*
also, black toilets rule.
I’m playing water balloons with my kids.
Love this. So very true.
I’ve baked cookies two times this week. And it’s Tuesday. But when they ask?!! Well, suffice to say they will not always ask. And yesterday Olivia said: “When I get older I want to know all your recipes so I’m a good cooker.” Of course, I corrected and said: “baker.” Couldn’t help myself. But I also teared up a bit. Also couldn’t help myself!
Missy, this is a lovely post. So very true. And a wonderful reminder to all of us.
Oh sweet mercy, you are SO. Right. If only I could embrace this every day.
so lovely! 🙂
Beautiful, just beautiful.
I’m sighing and tearing up here because I can vouch for every bit of your tender, beautiful words.
They were playing in their toy kitchen and blowing bubbles and our house was an explosion of Barbies, just yesterday. I swear, it was just yesterday.
And now my house is often times too quiet because they are out in the world living teenage lives. Life goes on, as it should and sometimes the quiet makes my heart pine for those days. Enjoy every sweet moment.
We all need to live for today
(sha la la la la la)
No sarcasm for me – I love baby soft hair.
Love, love, love this post. I try to live by this and hope I do.
It’s not nice to make me cry when I’m already sleep-deprived and hormonal. (But I really did love this.)
See sometimes I am thankful for having postpartum depression because now? Now I get to enjoy my son and I don’t take one single minute of it for granted. Today? Today we enjoy clutter and mess but mostly smiles and laughs.
Love this.
You have made such a wise choice! Little ones grow up so fast.
Their last day of camp is Thursday, and we have maybe 3 weeks until school starts. Only three weeks left until our entire lives are going to be run by the school calendar. Forever.
You bet your fannie I’ll be doing a whole lot of NOTHING for those 3 weeks!
So beautiful. And sad. But in a beautiful way.
I’m totally coming over today! And if you meant yesterday, I’m still coming over. Can we have pop tarts for dinner?
Lovely and bittersweet.
Beautiful words, live in today … tomorrow, who knows what it will bring 😉
Wonderful!
We moms get so wrapped up in the duty of parenting we hardly ever take the time to just enjoy parenting! Well written!
Stephanie Sikorski
Mother of 5
So sweet! I love how you wrote it. Today is lovely.
This was such a touching post. Exactly what I’ve been thinking about “today.” It all goes so fast, doesn’t it? I try SO hard not to wish for time to pass when things are going bad… because of the reasons you spoke of on this post. Great writing! So glad I follow you!
Love love love this 🙂
LOVE!
Coming to the conversation late, but wanted you to know that this is one of my favorite posts by you. So sweet and touching. And true.