It's The Little Things

After becoming a mom a year and a half ago, (wow has it really been that long? Just about!) I have learned more and more that it is the little things that matter most. It's your husband putting his dish in the dishwasher instead of the sink, it's the 5 second hug and quick kiss as we run out the door in two different directions, it's the moment when your daughter says "mom!" and then continues telling a story in baby talk that really matters. 

Last night as I was getting my little hurricane ready for bed, she decided she didn't want oatmeal for a bed time snack. This ALWAYS means we will be up in the middle of the night for a 2 am snack.  It never ever fails! But she was exhausted, so we gave goodnight hugs and kisses and put her in bed. The thought that crossed my mind was, "So much for a full nights sleep tonight...oh, the life of a mom." 

I crawled into bed and before I knew it it was 1:45 and I heard my little angel fussing. I drug myself out of bed, stumbled sleepily across the family room, around the corner and into my little angels bedroom. There she was laying in her crib, looking up at me with sweet innocent blue eyes, and her arms extended towards me.  I picked her up, went upstairs to grab a granola bar (her favorite 2 am snack), and then headed back down to our favorite rocking chair.  She had a bite, maybe two and then nuzzled herself against me. Snuggles? From my hurricane? This hardly ever happens!! We rocked and rocked. Little sucking noises came as she sucked on her bink, , she grunted little grunts as she made her self comfortable, and then came the noise of sweet little snores as she slept peacefully in my arms. It now made no difference to me that I didn't get a full nights sleep. I got snuggles from my babe and that was so much better! 

The bright moon was shining in the window, I was rocking my little hurricane, and all I could think about is how blessed I really am.  I have a wonderful home, a great job, a supportive family, a loving husband, and the sweetest, busiest little hurricane in the world. It was the little bonding moment in the middle of the night that reminded me it's the little things that matter in our life and that we must take time to bond with our babies. It might be a midnight snuggle, an afternoon stroll, a trip to the park, or a minute of playing horses or chase but it's the little moments that count.

So, please, take a little minute with your baby or hubby to enjoy life, make time for little moments and never take them for granted.