Getting my daughter to bed tonight, and rushing to get to class on time, I did the quick version of stories and songs.
I told her favorite, made up, nonsensical tale “Runaway Baby” but with Baby making less stops along their runaway. I sang 2 songs instead of the 15 she usually requests. She’s 2.5 and still asks every so often for me to rock her. Of course tonight, when I had no time, was one of those nights. I scooped her up and held her. “I’m like a baby!” she laughed. And for a few minutes I just rocked her. I stared at her silly grin and listened to her giggle. Her front teeth (like mine) are almost too big for her mouth and poked out between her lips. I watched her eyelashes- for some reason my kids’ eyelashes are the epitome of beauty to me, and constantly leave me in awe…I don’t think I’ll ever get over that- floating open and closed and cinching closer together at the corners when her smile got bigger. “I love you to pieces.” I whispered to her and kissed her squishy little cheek. I have to write these stories because I worry if I don’t, I won’t remember these tiny little moments that feel like I’m in exactly the right place at exactly the right time. And I was, even though I was more than a couple of minutes late to class.
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3/14/2022 08:23:30 pm
Absolutely you were in the right place. Beautiful! And so very beautifully written, Melody. She is so precious. I can see her teeth and eyelashes. You reminded me that I had a runaway story I told and re-told to my daughter at that age. The Runaway Shopping Cart. (I actually sold it to Highlights many years later.)
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Trina Perez
3/15/2022 06:13:07 pm
The class, the work, the cleaning....it will all wait! Take the extra couple of minutes and soak it all in.
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