Monday, 20 Oct 2008

Treasuring the Small Moments

Bug doesn’t like to go to bed. There’s plenty of drama when he’s supposed to be going to sleep – he can’t get into bed (uh, yeah, ok), there’s a book out of place, his stomach hurts (perhaps from all of that screaming?) and on and on.

Tonight he woke up with a poopy diaper, which he didn’t want me to change. I gave my standard speech about how using the potty would mean that he could go diaper free, and he went with his old standby… "I’m sad. I’m sad because I don’t want to change my diaper. I’m SO SO sad." He’s not old enough to realize how much I dislike changing diapers, so I go with it… "I’m sorry that you’re sad, but I can’t leave you in a poopy diaper."

Finally, I decide to ask what would make him happy. "A song," is his answer with a bit of a smirk. So, I climb into bed with him and sing song after song while he pretends not to smile. When the last song is over, I ask if he’s ready to go to sleep (a happy nod). I tell him I love him and start to walk out of the door.

Bug calls out, "All that singing made me happy. I’m not sad any more." And that made me happy, too.


One Response to “Treasuring the Small Moments”

  1. Christy aka Freckles Says:

    So true about treasuring those small, but sweet, moments. It is the joys of daily life that can often get lost in the hustle and bustle but make me smile the most.

    Nice blog…just discovered it.