How often do we stop to smell the roses?
Lately my daughter is having problem sleeping. She keeps screaming and crying until I pick her up or until she falls sleep being tired of all the crying. Last night was worst of all; I ended up picking her up and comforting her in the rocking chair.
I tried to put her in her crib several times without any luck, she kept crying very bad and was about to wake my son. Just about the time that I was thinking to myself “oh I wish she falls asleep soon I have lots of things to do” I looked at her innocent face.
There she was sleeping in my arms, so peaceful, so content, and so beautiful; and the only thing I could think of was how much work I have to do and why she can’t sleep in her crib tonight. At that moment I slowed down, all those works I had to do could wait, I saw my little girl’s face and felt her warmth, and noticed that the time I have with her is so preciouse and so limited beyond measure. Soon she wants to be treated as a big girl, and to be with her friends, she won’t play my baby girl anymore.
So how often do we stop to actually see our children and feel their very existence, drinking the moment and plant it in our memory? I’m afraid to say not that often, we worry about the BPA in their baby bottle, about the kind of dipper we use. We make sure they have the best we can offer them, we make sure to use echo friendly products for their sake. Between all of these considerations and all the house work and their play dates and their social activity how much time do we actually spend with them listening or watching them growing.
I made a pact with myself, to set aside time to enjoy my kids growing to do nothing physically or mentally but watching them do whatever they are doing and daydreaming about the future they will have.
I hope every parent has the opportunity to spent quality time with his or her child and enjoy him/her growing up.
Until later,
