While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.Less than a week until Christmas, I'm finding presents have yet to be shipped, cookies aren't baked, boxes haven't been wrapped. I'm feeling stressed and behind.
Little Man is sick with some stomach bug that hit over half his school. As I comfort him, offering snuggles and popsicles, I find myself feeling sick. And I know that I don't have time to be sick right now.
Yet somehow, I'm forgetting about what has to get done, what's filling up my to do list. I'm watching Air Buddies, taking afternoon naps with a little rugrat digging his cold toes into my side. I'm playing CandyLand and Go Fish until my fingers hurt. I'm reading Dinosaur Explorer and A Snowy Day over and over.
And tomorrow when the snow hits, I'm sure we'll pick up another book, make more popcorn, snuggle up to Saturday morning cartoons. I'll forget for a minute that Christmas is coming and I have responsibilities to tend to. And I'll just enjoy the moment. I guess someone so little really can teach me what life's all about.