I was all set to write a melancholic post about being sure you take note of the small details before it is too late. I’ve spent the weekend mourning a friend who passed away after an aggressive battle with cancer. She was, among many things, an amazing mother to her 3 year old and 7 month old sons. She was present when she was with her kids. And that’s what made her so amazing. It breaks my heart to think of those boys waking up without seeing her smile.
I’m tired of being sad, and so I’m focusing on a moment where I was present with my daughter.
I hate doing dishes. On top of the “dishes” aspect of it, it also means generally fighting with my daughter to keep her entertained and out of the way while we do things like load the dishwasher (“the coolest thing in the kitchen”) and sweep the floor (using the “really awesome stick of wonder”). Usually, I just abandon Scott to clean while I… fight with C in the living room because she can still hear the siren song of the kitchen and someone is in there “having fun” without her.
Then one evening, I threw on some music to drown out the impending fight (for the record, we don’t put shoes in the cupboard with the pots and pans), and rather than trying to climb into dishwasher after her Batman straw cup, C started dancing. At that moment, I knew she was distracted enough I could likely take out the garbage without her trying to come with me, or rescue the Tupperware from inside C’s play kitchen. But instead, I started dancing too.
And while we were getting our groove on, Scott started dancing too. And we had a fun little family dance time in the middle of our overly messy kitchen.
It didn’t solve our problem of our overly curious toddler’s attempts to climb into our fridge, or her fixation with sitting on our flour canister. But it made the usual struggles a little easier, and it let me take time to be present with my girl… even though there were things that had to be done.