Days when I don't have school (like today... MLK Jr. Day) and I still have the option of taking you to preschool.
Days when I can drop you off, walk you into your classrooms, kiss you goodbye, and then head back home for a day to myself.
I enjoy days like this..... especially when I'm having a "good day". (People who struggle with anxiety and depression know what this means.)
I enjoy not rushing in the morning on days like this..... I can take my time making you breakfast, getting you dressed, helping you brush your teeth......
I can leave the house A MESS... breakfast dishes out, PJ's thrown all over the room, toothpaste all over the bathroom, beds unmade, drawers left open, lights left on.....
I love when, after dropping you off, I can come back home and take my time straightening up our home.
I can "pick up" and "put away" the craziness from the morning.
My favorite part about this is folding your blankets on your beds.
Not your bedsheets or bedspreads... but "your blankets".
You know what I'm taking about .......Linus has one... I had one...
Your security blankets that you have had since you were babies.
Leo's is pale yellow and white stripped on one side and on the other side has little baby elephants, ducks, turtles, and giraffes.
Cece has 2... her "buncha blankies" as she calls them. One is white flannel lined with a pink ruffle and the other is just an old plain white gauze swaddle blanket.
I usually find them flung all over the house... this morning Leo's blanket was on the floor in the hallway and one of Cece's was on the couch and the other one was in my closet.
I gather them up and bring them back into your rooms.
I make your beds first and then I grab your blanket's.
I usually hold them up to my face, feel the softness against my skin, and smell your scents on them first.
I shake them out to fluff them up a bit.
Then I lay them on your beds.
And I think about how you are still my babies and still so little. I think about how much I love you both and how sweet you are. I think about how lucky I am to be your Mom and I pray to God everyday that I don't screw you up.
I also remind myself that one day you wont need your blankets on your beds.
One day they will end up in your memory boxes, in your closets, tucked away for good.
Its this realization that reminds me to love every minute of your "little-ness".........cause it sure is going fast.
I love your blankets on your beds and all that they stand for.