It’s the little things

I’m really excited to be linking up with Ashley and Jess for the little things link up. I’ve found so many inspiring women here on blog-land and I love getting the chance to connect with other bloggers.. but anyways, back to the point 😉

My favorite little thing that happened recently happened on a day that I thought was a really bad day. One day last week I was having one of those days, ya know? I just felt absent from the day, Avery was being especially needy and whiney- she followed me around basically all day with one particular book, and I never read it to her. When it was finally time to get ready for work I was actually happy. Even though it was work it was a break from mommy duty and was a chance to get out of the house.

Immediately after getting to work I felt guilty. I didn’t spend five minutes saying goodbye to Avery like I normally did, I just waved bye and blew her a kiss from the front door while she sat on the couch watching Barney. I never read her that book she wanted me to read. I didn’t spend time with her outside  that day like we always do. Once I got to work I just wanted to run home and hug my baby and cry and apologize for not being such a great mommy that day. But to make it worse- instead of getting off at 8:30 like I should have I was informed I’d be getting out late that night.

When I finally got home at 10:30 the house was quiet. When I walked in I immediately wanted to go peek on my baby and give her a kiss. First thing I saw when I opened her door was that book. The book she wanted me to read to her all day and I never took the time to just stop and read it to her. I mean it would have taken two minutes and I never took those two minutes.

I stood and stared at the book for a good solid minute and my thoughts were interrupted with a really soft sleepy voice. I look up and Avery has one sleepy eye open, as she peeks through the bars on her crib- just looking at me and smiling. She rolled onto her back, still smiling, reached her arms out and said “mama”. I picked her up, she gave me a kiss and I hugged her really tight, put her back down and told her goodnight. She smiled and waved to me, still with only one eye open until I shut her door again.

Then suddenly everything I felt guilty about and all that feeling like a crappy mom went away. Because she didn’t care anymore that I didn’t read her the book or that I didn’t take her outside or that I didn’t spend five minutes telling her goodbye when I went to work. She saw me and was happy. I’m her Mama and she loves me even on my bad days, and even if I’m feeling down she is still a happy little girl.

The little things really are about getting baby snuggles really late at night after a long day, and seeing that even though I’ve been beating myself up all day over my mommy skills- to that little girl that calls me Mama, all that small stuff doesn’t even matter! Everyone has those days. I suddenly didn’t feel so guilty about mine.


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