Sometimes they are pinnacle moments that you would expect to never forget-- your first kiss, walking across a graduation stage, being pronounced husband and wife, holding your newborn for the first time... but sometimes it's small, seemingly insignificant seconds hanging between the mundane and everyday that matter the most.
I found myself in one of those minutes today. I struggled to crawl in between the recliner and the couch to the cozy lair I made for Bug this morning-- her "tent". I had hoped it would distract her for a bit so I could put the dishes away, wipe down the kitchen, and fold the never-ending laundry. No suck luck. "Mommy, tent?"
I gave in-- how could I resist such beautiful blue eyes and a surprisingly strong tug on my hand? I grabbed my special tea set and squeezed into the small cave of pillows, blankies, and baby dolls.
We poured each other imaginary tea, clinked our tea cups and drank ourselves silly on make-believe tea. "More, mommy, more," was the mantra of the morning. I showed Bug how to drink with a pinkie straight up like a proper lady as the warmth from the sun melting snow outside filtered through the windows above us. As the sunlight danced on the back of the recliner--"tent wall"--I sucked in my breath imagining a time not long from now when my little girl doesn't want any more imaginary tea.
My breath caught in my throat as I looked-- really looked at those beautiful, thick lashes laying on her cheeks. The baby fine hair still messy from a night of sleep. The gap-filled mouth waiting to be filled out with teeth. The dainty hands, pouring more tea in my cup. How many of these precious moments have I already let slip out of my grasp without fully living them? How many times have I let the daily-ness of being a mom pull my hand out of Bug's to fold laundry or sanitize the counters?
I tucked our morning away in my heart-- with all the other special memories I hold dear. I'm glad she asked me to play.
Wherever you are, be all there.