A Good Morning
Most mornings I get up, shower and get ready before Kid Icarus wakes up. Speaking in terms of efficiency, this is ideal. However, it doesn’t allow us much time together before we rush out of the house.
This morning, Kid Icarus woke up full-on crying at the hour I normally drag myself out of bed. I thought he would be up for the day but he simply wanted to be held and to nurse before going back to sleep. We sat in the rocking chair, nursing, rocking, looking at each other, dozing a little. Occasionally, he would grab my hand and place it on his chest. It was a quiet and serene start to my morning. That sense of peacefulness has permeated my day.
Work days are full of bustle and corporate drama. But most days when I retreat to pump I take that time to clear my head and think about my family. Today it was effortless. My prenatal yoga instructor was right when she told our class that breastfeeding would give us time to slow down and just be with our soon-to-be-born babies. I wonder if she knew that would be true even at work.
For as much commotion as Kid Icarus has brought into our lives, he has also provided these moments of pure serenity and joy. I try to hold onto these moments, to make them last a little longer, to create a memory that will last forever. For I know they are fleeting and I know they are some of the moments that matter most.
We are currently in a slow process of weaning. Soon Kid Icarus and I won’t have these moments together. Just writing those words brings tears to my eyes. I hope we can find new moments together that allow us that quiet connection, even if they are less frequent.
I hope we always find a way to quietly bask in the love of our little family.