This morning was super busy and super fun.
We went to one of the new splash pads that have popped up around our city. They are awesome (if only they had a little more shade, because it’s HOT). Then our good friends Heather and Micah came over for lunch. Our kids ask for each other frequently and I happen to enjoy Heather’s company, so it was handy for all of us. I was also quite stoked because all of this playing ensured one heckofa nap for Kennedy.
See, naptime this week is my writing time. I’ll write here or at my other blog or work on the last twenty pages of my piece of fiction. Writing is what I do.
Except for today.
I was sitting in my writing spot (on the couch with a cup of water/soda/oj) looking at my computer and procrastinating. I procrastinate a lot when it comes to writing because it’s hard and you have to think and Facebook stalking is often just more brainless and easier. But, I really want to finish my manuscript to give over to my writing partners in a week or so. So, I was going to write today despite the fact that I was EXHAUSTED from all of the fun we’d had this morning.
Then I heard Kennedy cry out. This is not normal Kennedy behavior. My kid might not excel at anything else, but she is a champion sleeper. So, I went in there to comfort her and talk about whatever it was that had scared her. We sat down in her rarely used rocker and began to rock. She continued to snivel and whimper even while safely wrapped in my arms.
As I sat there I thought about how I should be writing. How I should be doing a lot of different things, but in all honesty, there was no where else I wanted to be. Kennedy is not a cuddler or a rocking-baby, so the fact that she even let me do this was a treat. I closed my eyes and pulled my baby closer and rocked her. I got a little sad when I realized she was so long now that she no longer fit comfortably by tucking her head under my chin.
Those moments are bigger than any I could write about.
