I’ve been having a hard time dropping O off at daycare lately. I suspected it was because he’s at a “fun” age now—walking, signing, beginning to talk. I’m not longer consumed with bottles and pumping and trying solids and sleep schedules and whatnot.
But then a few weekends ago, it really hit me. Instead of watching him play or helping him play, we actually play together these days. And somewhere between making animal sounds, dancing around, and stacking blocks, I realized I was actually having fun. I wasn’t trying to teach O anything, and I wasn’t thinking about household chores or work projects. We were just living in the moment, like only kids can.
I’m trying to live “in the moment” as much as I can these days. Maybe it’s the season, I don’t know. But I do know that I’ve read numerous articles and blog posts, heard warnings from others, and watched television shows about it. It being the simple fact that “children grow up too fast.”
I can’t prevent time from marching forward, but I can prevent “future Tela” from saying “I wish I would’ve done this, I wish I would’ve done that.” I hear too many other people “wishing.” I am going to try hard not to let myself be one of them.
And maybe I’ll come back and re-read this post from time to time to remind myself of letting go, having fun, and living in the moment.