Their legs intertwine. Their fingers intertwine. Their voices and laughter intertwine.
As I sip my coffee to the tune of Caillou {and Good Lord how many days when I'm about to lose my crap on my kids do I stop and think, "Hey, it could be worse. I could be Caillou's mom."}, the slow pace of the morning singlehandedly cancels out all those other mornings when I'm pretty sure my head will actually explode with 900 reiterations of pleaseputyourunderwearon and pleaseeatyourcerealI'd- hateforyoutogohungry.
It's a moment to breathe. It's a moment to remember how lucky I am to be the one who is perpetually called upon to manage the crises of tinies.
One day soon they won't want to snuggle in bed on a Saturday morning. One day soon, she'll prefer to sleep over at a friend's house and stumble in, bleary-eyed from laughing and playing video games all night, a half-rolled sleeping bag under her arm. One day soon, he'll want to spend his Saturdays at football games, marching band competitions or track meets. She'll drive a car. He'll have a dorm room. She'll have a wedding.
So for now, when the Saturday mornings strike, I don't mind the extra room they take up in the bed, or the poking or the same episode of Caillou I've watched thirty six times before.
Because whatever else they have, I'll always have Saturday mornings.
So sweet.
ReplyDeleteSteph
Aw, thanks! We're in a wonderful phase of life! Have a great day!
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ReplyDeleteYou will always have Saturday mornings - but they'll change as those tiny-s grow. I loved this. Thank you for sharing your family moments!
Have a blessed day,
Janet
Bittersweet! I am in love with the conversations I can have with my 3.5 year old - conversations I obviously couldn't have had even a year ago - but it's SO HARD to let go. Beautiful and heart-wrenching, all at the same time. Thanks!
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