Its been a while since I decided that for me, the special was the daily. I have had those super-long safari park outings. The ultimate-beach-outing replete with food, sand toys and bathing suits. The day-long hiking expeditions with a sunset to conclude. However, these things uniformly have one difficult aspect: a chase. I find myself cobbling together supplies and herding together the experience in a herculean effort to feel... well, special.
This was before I injured my foot working so hard. So these days, I find myself yearning for a sit-down more than anything else. So I choose: where do my child and I 'collide?' Definitely baking. Reading and just... 'being.' The careful good-morning that dances around the morning blues is special. Watching him get his little chairs painted blue, is special. Seeing him kiss his daddy on the nose is special. Seeing the little brown face splash in the pool is special. Having him grab my hand and show me the new white flowers... the yell saying 'hey mommy! water fountain!'... slurping the last of the milk... sitting down for a few minutes to write this and be grateful.. is special.
This was before I injured my foot working so hard. So these days, I find myself yearning for a sit-down more than anything else. So I choose: where do my child and I 'collide?' Definitely baking. Reading and just... 'being.' The careful good-morning that dances around the morning blues is special. Watching him get his little chairs painted blue, is special. Seeing him kiss his daddy on the nose is special. Seeing the little brown face splash in the pool is special. Having him grab my hand and show me the new white flowers... the yell saying 'hey mommy! water fountain!'... slurping the last of the milk... sitting down for a few minutes to write this and be grateful.. is special.
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