Wonky Donkey

There’s nothing like a silly book and bedtime prayers to begin a reflection and  rambling... I’m good at that.

Noting like tucking in a sweet boy as he drifts to dream of basketball games, army tanks, and whatever other obsession he has in this season of his life.

Have you ever pulled so hard at pajamas because surely his head has grown since last week.... they just don’t go on.

Or shoved a tiny little foot into an even tinier shoe to simply discover it also doesn’t fit anymore. How’d it happen so fast?

They grow, don’t they? Changing daily and constantly and often before we even realize it.

Do I take it in enough? Do I truly cherish these moments enough?

So precious is that sweet little voice, “snuggle puppy, come on.”

I’m sure these days will end and I’ll never be called snuggle puppy anymore. And I can almost guarantee a tear will sneak right out of the corner of my eye when I see that board book and I look back on the greatest moments of my life - the moments I’m currently living.

Motherhood is so weird and rewarding and so much questioning. We question everything. We measure everything.

And I’d be willing to bet we hold ourselves to unattainable standards and never let ourselves measure up.

And I step back. I breathe. I count to ten. It’s too much sometimes.

But tonight, in this room, the little giggles as we read about a cranky, stinky, wonky donkey- I just know I’m doing alright.

This snuggle puppy is living.

When a time passes, my friends, its gone. The time is now.


All the mommy’s boys in the world grow up. 😢