Do you ever just stop, take a deep breath and take in the sweetness of the exact moment you’re in? You know, really stop and smell the roses? Nichole has taken that philosophy and created a whole blog dedicated to it. It’s truly beautiful. Every post is like a snapshot of life’s most precious moments. It inspires me and enchants me at the same time.
Nichole was also the very first person to ask me to guest post on her blog as part of her Small Moments Mondays series. I’m thrilled that she agreed to be a part of my Life Dreams series too.
I have so many memories from my childhood. There are so many happy moments that I can pull up and replay in my head like a happy home video. With all the thought and effort Nichole puts into truly being a good mom and living in the moment I have a feeling her beautiful children will be able to do the same.
One of my life dreams is for my children to have happy memories of their childhood.
This may sound like a simple dream, but I’m not so sure that it is. Parenting doesn’t come with a neat and tidy manual, divided into chapters for certain success.
And what do I mean by a happy childhood?
I want them to remember…
…the routine of our mornings, snuggles and Cheerios and blowing kisses as Daddy left for work.
… the sound of my voice as I read to them, the feel of my tickles, the softness of my chest as I held them.
… that I listened to them. Really listened. And I pray that they remember feeling validated and important.
… that we showered them with kisses, hugs, and I love yous.
… the smell of their freshly-laundered sheets, my body wash, and Craig’s cologne.
… watching Giants, Red Sox, Patriots, Kings, and Spurs games as a family, eating peanuts, and feeling connected over the love for a team.
… my laugh and the sound of Craig singing with the radio.
… feeling safe in their world but also encouraged to stretch beyond it.
… family bike rides and feeding the ducks.
… the way that I brush their hair from their face and bury my nose in their neck.
… that I didn’t take them for granted. That I didn’t assume that they had to love me simply because I am their mother. That I strove to build a unique relationship with each of them.
… the love and tenderness that they had for one another and the importance that we placed on their relationship. That we actively helped to nurture that.
… that we played with them. That we didn’t just sit through countless games of Chutes and Ladders, Candy Land, and Memory, but that we were present in the moment and that we delighted in their joy.
… that we laughed. Together and often.
… running to and climbing on their daddy when he returned from work. Every single day.
… that dinnertime was for talking and connecting. For stories and plans.
I pray that we’re doing a good job. There’s no way to know what they’ll remember, but it is my dream that the parts that stick are happy and comforting.
This is my dream.
To share in more lovely moments of her life be sure to check out her blog: InTheseSmallMoments.com
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