Ahhh...it's been a long day and we're finally home. As much comfort that it provides me to walk into our house, it's hard not to immediately feel distracted by the obvious chores that await. Unpack the car and baby, empty daycare bag of dirty bottles, put pumped milk in the fridge, ask Josh what he's making for dinner :). I take a look around and see dishes to be done, laundry to be put away, corners to be swept, junk to deal with everywhere! I hear the advice of mothers and am quickly overwhelmed by unattainable expectations put on myself by myself. Then I feel it. That breath stopping, tear welling knot that forms in my throat all too easily. Panic. Where do I begin? What is most important?
Then I hear it..."Ma ma ma ma ma." All it takes is a glance at that toothy smile reaching for me to answer my question of what's most important. It's as if he's saying, "The dishes can wait, Momma. This moment with me is now." You're right, son. Thank you.
