It was a long day yesterday. My little one wouldn’t nap. She was over tired and restless. It was also storming all day, so our normal long walk before nap time to get her calmed down was out. We both had a heavy dose of cabin fever and I was counting down the hours until my husband got home.
Well, after what felt like an eternity, he made it home. He has an incredible way of cheering me and our little lady up almost instantly. Immediately my crabby mood was replaced with adoration as I watched my little family play and catch up from their day apart.
We had a nice dinner and the weather looked like it had made its way through. It cooled the air off just enough that we decided to take a walk. I packed a towel and tried to keep my little one covered from the cool air. Then, as I was afraid of, it started to rain. I immediately asked if we could run home. I complained about my hair that I straightened this morning. I nagged that our baby was going to get cold and cranky. I was put out that my husband simply kept walking and said, “it’s only sprinkling.”
Well, I decided I wasn’t going to leisurely stroll through my neighborhood in the rain. And since my daughter kept kicking the towel off, I grabbed it, covered my hair, and made a break for home. And in the midst of my hair covering, fast walking, chaotic attempt to get home quickly, I looked back at my family. My husband was smiling and talking to our little girl through the opening in her stroller. And my baby who was supposed to be chilled and wet? She giggled as the fat drops landed on her chubby legs. I stopped and immediately felt so small.
I almost missed it. I almost ran home to avoid getting wet and missed this moment. I almost missed seeing how tickled my daughter got when those cool raindrops hit her skin. I almost missed how calm my husband stayed and how he simply took a different way home to get there sooner. I couldn’t help but feel completely overcome with the perspective this was giving me. It showed me the beauty in my day that I refused to see and the moments I ran away from because they weren’t what I was expecting.
And it’s that simple right? There’s always going to be rainy days. But, a little frizzy hair never hurt anybody.
XOXO,
Ali (Amber’s sister-in-law)
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5 Comments
Love it! Sometimes it is the unexpected moments that turn out to be the ones we don’t want to miss 🙂
You’re right, frizzy hair never hurt anybody, muddy floors can be cleaned and so can dirty clothes. sometimes it’s hard to just relax and enjoy when you’re a mom, and not worry about all of the other things. But that’s when some of the best memories happen <3
I totally agree. Amazing truth. Sometimes it’s because we have to deal with the results later. Like a sick child. Or sleepless nights. Or just negative feelings about not being the ‘perfect’ mum. Sometimes we forget it’s ok to just be human. My hubby is great at this too and he does it with out the ‘i told you so’ or telling me just to relax. He simply enjoys. And thankfully after hearing the kids laugh and knowing these moments are what having kids should b like. Makes all the difference.
I have a horrible way of over stressing when we’re late going out. Which we always are cause my toilet training 2yr old sits on the toilet for 20 minutes after I announce its time to go. Or my 4 yr old deciding he wants to b independent and do his jacket buttons up himself. Or my 2mth old has a pants explosions. My hubby stays calm and celebrates my amazingly independent children who try so hard. And my beautiful bub laughing as we play with him on the change table.
It also makes a heck of a difference if you haven’t had to search for that last inch of emotional strength after a full day with them. And hubby comes home. All refreshed and ready to be all patient and perfect.
You just gotta try to relax as often as possible. It’s all ok. You’re all doing great.
What a sweet post! Thanks for sharing!
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