Last night after another botched attempt at dinner (anyone have a good, easy, healthy recipe for pork chops?), we took a little drive as a family, and I said to Jeff: "Some nights, I just get tired of the monotony of being a parent... You know, doing the same thing every.single.night - bath, books, bed, etc. Some nights, I just want to stick him in his bed and do what I feel like doing."
I understand if you think I'm an ungrateful jerk right now; but, it's the truth. As much as I LOVE Sam and LOVE being his mom; sometimes, I'm just tired.
Anyway, we talked about it a bit, but - as they tend to do, the evening went on and an hour or so later I found myself bathing, drying, diapering, and dressing a tired boy once again.
Our routine is pretty predictable. We played for a little bit in his room, read a couple of our standard books; and then, just like every night, we said our prayers. But last night, for the first time ever, as I prayed, Sam folded his little hands, bowed his head, and closed his eyes tight. I peeked at him just as I said "Amen" and my heart nearly exploded.
It was like God's personal reminder to me that even the "normal" moments are SUCH a gift and this time really does go so fast. It's been a hard week with a sick boy and a grumpy mom... I needed it.
You've probably already seen/heard this, but one of my former students (thanks Katie!) sent me a link to this song the other night and said it reminded her of Sam and me. The song is "It Won't Be Like This For Long" and I've included the music video below. Watch it if you could use a reminder today too. :)