Be exactly where you are
We have spent the week/weekend being ill, and various snapshots of a very slowed-down life have been flitting through my brain as they happen. I want to take note of the weight of an 8-almost-9 year old head on my shoulder. I want to remember the 6 year old heart beating under my hand. I want to freeze-frame the three of us napping in a tangled L on the couch. As a family, we are ill pretty rarely, so the sense of familiarity wasn't from a repeat-performance of buckets and ginger-ale per se. It was a throw-back to life under covid lockdowns with an infant and toddler; just the three of us and an extremely modest list of chores and activities to keep us occupied. On Friday we spent the day on the couch, mostly. I left a few times to get needed supplies or complete a simple task, but it wasn't long till I was called back with a 'mom!' for a snuggle. I often feel like there are too many things to do in a day; throw in a load of laundry at 5:30am before my 6am ...