I needed it.
I needed to come home last night after a long day at work and just sit down. Sit down with my baby girl and share some applesauce. “With two spoons mom! So we can say cheers!”
“Claro que sí, mama.” Of course.
While we shared our applesauce, we listened to dance music. And it really was dance music, like what they play in the clubs.
In the car ride home, we had danced. “What’s the name of this song mom?” I don’t know, I said. I told her the type of music was called reggae, though. And that was good enough. So we bopped our heads in sync to the rhythm.
When her daddy came home she told him, “We were dancing to reggae dad!”
Pride. My girl has pride. Everything she does, she tells us proudly.
The evening continued smoothly. We danced some more – to a special request of I Like to Move It. I think it’s probably her favorite song at the moment.
We played. She read her Leapfrog Tag Little Mermaid book. And before we knew it, it was bath time.
But, this time it was different. There was no rush. No madness to get it all done before the bath. Even the bath itself was a long one compared to most nights. And while daddy bathed her, I sat back and watched a bit. I contemplated.
And being the little princess that she is, when she got out, she told me her hair needed to be combed.
So I combed her hair. Do you remember the feeling you get when someone else brushes your hair? Maybe it’s just me, but it always makes me feel so peaceful. Except that this time, I was on the giving-end. And it too was peaceful.
It was a good end to the day. A great way to say good night to my love.
I needed it.