(I started writing this Tuesday – and then Henry woke from a nap.)
There are a million things about motherhood that are exhausting. But for all of the things that are exhausting there are an equal number of things that are beautiful.
Sometimes the exhausting ones cloud the beautiful ones. Such is the way of life I suppose.
So right now, at 4:45 in the afternoon, when I’ve got work piled high on my plate, when Henry is down for an afternoon nap, when I should do be doing something more productive with my time…
like dishes, laundry, journalism
…marinating the chicken breast I’m grilling for dinner.
When I should be doing that and then some, I’m doing this instead:
Tipping my hat to Henry, to the baby who is well on his way to six months old, who is already so strong and bursting with personality.
When he falls asleep in my arms I count the tiny blue veins in his eyelids. They’re subtle, but when you notice them, they look like fireworks petering out in the night sky.
In these quiet moments, I try to picture the man he’s going to grow up to be.
And then I get hung up on the “man” part.
I’ve been told it happens fast.
So for all the moments when I could or should be doing something else, I’m going to do my best to do this instead:
be calm, be happy, be grateful, be easy.