I dance with him... (A Mommy Blog)

I've been stalking a lot of blogs lately.

(If you want, leave your blog in my comments & I'll drop by sometime)

I'm overwhelmed by the terrible circumstances some of you are faced with:

Shaken Baby Syndrome

Infant Loss

Miscarriages

Infertility

Losing Wives

Losing Husbands

the list goes on and on.

I cry and sob through all of them, I'm so touched. My heart goes out to all of you. I don't know how I could drag myself out of bed every day, let alone go on with life, blog, be a wife & mother, etc.

Anyway, I've been thinking a lot about life.

I wonder how old is too old to rock G-Man in my lap while he takes a sippy cup before naps?

How old is too old for me to snuggle with him while reading?

I stroke his hair, I try to memorize every feature, every scratch, every eyelash, every bump, bruise, fingernail.

I know he will grow up someday & sitting in my lap will no longer be cool.

So, until then....

I dance with him.

When he wakes up from his nap, I go into his room, pick him up from his crib & we dance.

He snuggles his little blonde head into my neck, wraps his legs around my waist & we dance. Sometimes he pats and strokes my hair with his little chubby fingers.

It's heaven.

And I'll take it as long as it's offered.

I know I should hurry up & dress him so I can drop him off at the sitter on my way to work.

I know this.

But...

I dance with him. I don't care if I'm a few minutes late to work.

An overwhelming theme of a lot of blogs I read is to cherish the moments we have. So...

To all of you who have lost your babies. I'm thinking of you, honoring your children

when we're dancing.