This afternoon I found myself in the music room rocking Luke, who was asleep. Gwen and Colin were playing downstairs, and as always, I had classical music on in the living room (we love classical MPR). There was this moment. A perfect moment. Copland combined with the sleeping child resting on my chest and the gentle hum of children's voices on the floor below me. I smiled to myself. I sighed. In that moment I was perfectly content. Perfectly happy.
I'm sure you can guess what happened.
It lasted for about 10 minutes ...
Luke woke up.
Mahler came on the radio. (I like Mahler, but not as much as Copland!)
Fingers got caught in a door.
The calm was over, and the craziness was upon me again!
My mom showed me a cartoon today with the punch line, "the days are slow, but the years go fast."
I've been thinking about that a lot today. I wonder how much my children will remember about the days I have spent reading, playing, singing, dancing, going on walks, cooking, and laughing with them. Even if they don't remember every detail (which is probably just fine!), I hope that the days and moments that we share will help shape them into caring and compassionate adults.