Dory Mother / Other

only little once

words & musings from Mothers around the Globe.

Some days when I’m rocking/feeding my son to sleep, I find myself itching to get back to my work. Spending my time counting down the minutes until he hits the bed so that I can rush off to send emails, edit photos, mark things off my to do list like a mad woman.

Other days, once he falls asleep in my arms, I pause, sometimes for seconds, sometimes for minutes, sometimes until my arms go dead, revelling in his beauty, his perfection and completeness.

As my son feeds at the moment he plays with my hair, clings to my body and marks little islands into my chest from his far-too-sharp baby nails. I don’t mind, though. It’s so innocent and pure. An expression of love.

Today is one of those days where I took pause. I’m still marking things off my to-do list when I can, but he is only little once, and I am slowing down to remind myself that I don’t want to miss it.

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