My son seemed to actually nap today.
I chose to rest for the majority of that time.
So when I heard him awake, and went into his room, I was in a good place (mindset).
I felt intuitively like just holding him for a few minutes when I picked him up out of his crib.
He just let me hold him and, after a minute or two, quoted the last page of “Corduroy” as he put his little arms around me and laid his head on my shoulder for a hug.
My heart was very full. He didn’t feel so heavy in my arms and I cherished that hug, knowing that someday soon enough he’ll be too big to hold in my arms and hug.
Now I’m crying.
Spending a few extra minutes to show him a new play-dough technique or give him a long hug, really makes a big difference in his behavior and I’m amazed by that.
My tendency to feel guilt over how often I have neglected to do so, blaming myself for any behavior that wasn’t good, I’m giving over to God. Grace.
Love and Grace.