I have been having a really hard time with time. It seems like there aren’t enough hours in the day. It seems like just minutes after we wake up the day has passed and it is time to go to sleep and do it all over again. All this means is, that I am struggling to slow down and find the time to really have special playtime with Baylor. Not that we don’t play but I haven’t been able to make playtime super special like I normally do.
I don’t ever want Baylor to feel like he wasn’t my top priority. I want him to know that I always think about him above everything else, because it is true. My days get crazy. My mind gets even crazier, but it is so important to take the time to make him feel loved.
A few days ago I decided we would have a day of just me and him. It turned into a day of chores by accident. One of those chores was getting the car washed. Have you guys been seeing the pollen lately?! It is terrible! Anyways, without even realizing it, our chore became a fun time for me and Baylor. He kept running through the water hose, playing in the bubbles of the wash bucket, and running laps around the car. I had never seen him so happy. I’m not sure if it was the fact that we were doing something fun that he hadn’t done before or if he was just happy to have special time playing. Either way, my heart has never smiled so big.
All he needed was a little time. A little time to be fun with me. It. Was. Magical. I know how easy it is to get caught up in life. It is easy to bring out baby’s favorite toys to occupy them so you can get some things done. Without realizing it you can become so busy that you don’t realize you are forgetting to do the things that are so important.
From that day forward I have made it a point to go outside, no matter how crazy the day is, and have fun with my boy.
Whether it be playing in mud puddles, drawing on the driveway with sidewalk chalk, or exploring the back yard collecting sticks, it is all so great in his eyes. You can see the joy. I have realized quickly that actively playing with him, taking him on adventures, far exceed the time that he has with his mountain of toys in his room. No toy can replace the time that we spend on an adventure. No matter how many times I kiss him, hug him, and tell him I love him more than life will he understand. What he understands is me taking time out of my day to make him feel special. That is his language. The language that I am striving every day to become fluent in.
Busy moms, what are the simple ways of play that you do with baby that they love?