Moments in time…
There are moments in my life when i suddenly think to myself, i want to remember this exact moment forever.
And then promptly forget all about it.
Life can be such a rush when you have a baby. life is a rush anyway but since having a baby it has speeded up a few thousand notches. You are so busy planning, concocting routines, ensuring you have everything you need, arguing about who gets to sleep when, questioning yourself and your mothering ability and worrying about the silliest things. Like – will that big daddy fox eat doodle the poodle for dinner? What if when my son grows up he needs to sit on the naughty step? We dont have a step!? The tiredness obviously does not help either as most things end up needing to be redone. These are the moments you put a teabag in the babys bottle and formula in your cuppa. You get two minutes for a wee, and forget to go… and then you sneeze….with all this going on, i sometimes find my emotions misplaced and i actually forget to enjoy the experience.
This morning i was in the kitchen at 7am multi-tasking like only a mother knows how. Boiling the kettle for the essential injection of caffiene, making the babys breakfast, making the dogs breakfast and wiping down all available surfaces, all the while dancing to keep a watching baby entertained. I took a penguin plate out of the cupboard while wiggling my oversized arsicle in the direction of said baby when i heard a cough. I turned around, mid routine, to find a bemused Addison staring at me with a smile playing on his lips, his eyes wide as saucers. I was struck immediately by how much i love this little boy and this hectic, mental lifestyle he brought with him. Never before have i danced around to mickey mouse club house at 7am on a sunday morning. Never before sober, anyway.
I instantly knew i wanted to remember this happy occurance for the rest of my life and knew i had to start a blog. I threw caution to the wind and plucked his podgy little bum from his high chair and smothered him with kisses. We then proceeded to dance around the kitchen like lunatics both of us in hysterics. 4 minutes later the breakfast routine re-commenced and no harm was done.
There have been so many moments like this one in the past five months where i have wanted to stop and savour the moment but have been ‘too busy’. Well not anymore. The house is a bomb site but at some point it will be cleared. The breakfast dishes are soaking in the sink and my other half is allowed a lie in. I commit to tidying while Addy sleeps. I want to enjoy his awake time. I want to remember this stage in his life, where i am off work , with no real worries, being able to enjoy the day to day development and fun with my little boy.
I may not get this chance again.
I will enjoy it while i can. This is my pledge.
However, i must dash… i really need a wee and the dogs licking English mustard off the counter… Sigh!