It was two hours past bedtime and I could hear small giggles and colliding of toys coming from my youngest son’s bedroom.
I put on my “Mom” face, walked in and sternly told the boys they needed to go to sleep.
I headed back to my room to do more work.
Fifteen minutes later, I looked up and saw a little face peeking out from behind my door.
“Mom, can I sleep with you?”
I looked at my computer, back at my son standing there holding his favorite toy and decided I was going to live in the moment.
I turned off the computer, scooped up my five-year-old, and placed him in my bed.
I laid down next to him and felt his little hands wrap around my neck. With his nose pressed up against mine, he reached out and gave me a kiss on my cheek.
“I love you mom.”
I laid there holding him, not wanting this moment to end.
His breathing became more steady and his head calmly rested on my chest.
I squeezed him a little tighter.
I am living in the moment.
I’m linking up with Pour Your Heart Out
When was the last time you “lived” in the moment?
Part of my Year of Growth series.