Mommy and daddy, I know how it can be. Your child finally falls asleep in your arms after a crazy, exhausting day, and suddenly you don’t want to put them down.
As I write this I am holding my baby. She is sleeping, breathing steadily, occasionally wiggles her tiny body to readjust as her eyes move back and forth behind their lids in dreamland. She is perfect. Stay. Just one more minute. I don’t want this moment to end.
But in the kitchen there are dinner dishes that need rinsing, toys that need to be put away, and I need to change into my pajamas and climb into bed myself. Stay, just one more minute. I don’t want this moment to end.
After spending an afternoon with my sister-in-law and her kids earlier this summer, I started packing up to go. “Stay and play!” She and her family all chimed in. “I have to get home to clean,” I groaned. With a smile they said, “it’ll still be there tomorrow!” Still, I left. It could have waited, just one more minute, my toddler was having fun. I don’t want this moment to end.
At night when my toddler wraps her tiny arms around my neck because she is afraid of the “scary snake” that keeps lurking into her dreams, I don’t need to rush off to fold laundry the moment she falls off to sleep. Stay, just one more minute. I don’t want this moment to end.
To the mommy with the job
To the daddy with yard work
When the dishes pile
And the laundry builds
And the toys scatter
When you need to get that paperwork done
Because it’s already been sitting on your desk for a week
…But your heart is melting with their tiny hug…
Just one more minute.
The memory will never end.