I’m not sure why I have music from Rent stuck in my head today…but it inspired a little post at least. 🙂
The line, “Forget regret, or life is yours to miss” keeps running through my head. I think that the idea behind the line is somewhat different than the direction of my reflections on it, but I think good music often does that–inspires meditation.
I can truly say that, where my babies and my young family are concerned, I try every single day not to miss out on precious moments of family time, of kissing and hugging and singing to my children, of instigating spontaneous tickle fights, of lazy afternoons sitting in the backyard all together, of baby cheek-kissing marathons and mini family dance parties to country songs on the radio.
Sometimes dishes aren’t done, laundry stays piled in the living room (or laundry room) for a couple of extra days, and I don’t take enough showers. But despite the imperfections and tough moments of marriage and parenting that we all have, I am blessed beyond measure. And I hope with all my heart that I will not look back one day and regret anything. Life is too short.
I love, love, love my darling little Faith. She brings me so much joy! I treasure her perfect pink cheeks, her easy smile, her soft blue eyes. I love the way she lets out a little sigh when she falls asleep in my arms, snuggling her face into my chest. I love the way she smiles up at me in the morning when I lean over her crib to pick her up for breakfast. It’s a joy every morning to watch her emotions playing out across her face…”I’m so hungry! But I’m so HAPPY to see my mommy! I think I’m happier than I am hungry!” And she always, always smiles.
Our special song is “Edelweiss”; I sing it to Faith all the time. She reminds me of the flower in the song.
Edelweiss, Edelweiss, every morning you greet me; small and white, clean and bright, you look happy to meet me. Blossom of snow, may you bloom and grow, bloom and grow forever…
My sweet Gabriel is such a little man. He looks more like a little boy than a toddler now. (Except when he runs. He still looks adorably baby-ish when he runs.) He does (heavily supervised) chores now: throwing away diapers for me, putting dirty clothes in the hamper, finding Faith’s pacifier, helping unload the dishwasher, setting the table, etc. He looks so cute in his little button-down shirts and jeans–no more onesies for this boy. Is it sad that I am secretly happy he is still in diapers?
The special song I sing to Gabriel all the time is, “You Are My Sunshine.” I go get him out of his room in the morning and after naps singing this to him, and when I open the door, he is waiting for me in his little bed with this big, special grin on his face that I know is just for me.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray, you’ll never know dear, how much I love you, oh please don’t take my sunshine away.