Friday, January 15, 2016

Five-Minute Friday: TIME.



Warning: self-indulgent blogging ahead.

There is a direct correlation between the number of children I have and my ability to enjoy each one. It's a funny thing- I would have expected the total overwhelm that comes with having four small people depending on me to block out large chunks of the shining rays of joy that are supposed to accompany them. Four spilled bowls of cereal and milk does not a happy, relaxed mama make, and there's not much joy in cleaning them up.

The surprise is that it's just the opposite.

Felix does this thing now during diaper changes where he shoves his feet up into my face, arching his back to get them as close to my nose as possible, and shrieks, "Stinkyu! Stinkyu feet!" He begs me to smell his toes, wrinkle my nose, and declare them stinky. I do it, of course, because I do almost everything he asks me to do. Cackling with laughter, he demands it again: "More! More Stinkyu Feet!"

I cannot overstate how much fun this is.


Every parent has these games with each child, I'm sure. I know I have had them with each of mine, but I can't recall ever being willing before to sit for an unlimited amount of time and play one, over and over and over and over until I've lost count of the minutes and the repetitions. I'd rather be late for library story time than refuse to play Stinkyu Feet one more time. I can't bottle this moment or freeze it in time. I can take every chance to extend it, to allow it to expand to fill the seconds allotted to it until it passes naturally, lived as fully as possible, and takes its place in a long chain of memories that are indelibly imprinted in my mind (like a series of perfectly square photos I can scroll through when I need to remember how good things are).


This is fullness of time...not at the end of everything, but in tiny passing moments filled to bursting.

This is Felix's gift to me.