The Good Old Days
Every once in a while I miss the days when my little Abraham would pleasantly sit on a small blanket watching the activities around him. I could focus on playing with the other kids (or being a spectator with little energy exerted) and know he was safe and happy. What a joyous, if not short-lived, phase.
Now, my eyes are constantly darting around and my feet are never still as I chase him around, acting as protector and playmate to yet another little person.
Fortunately for me, I wouldn’t have it any other way!
~ by jenevangelista on November 11, 2008.