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
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.
Sometimes it cures all your problems. 🙂
We all need it. 🙂
You’re so right. 🙂
I loved “I Like to Move It” when it first came out and I still do. My son can watch Madagascar daily. Glad you had such a wonderful day!
@Jai, haha, I liked it too when it came out. It’s funny that now she knows it for different reasons.
I believe something magical happens to us when we choose to enjoy the moment with our child … time stands still … our heart skips a beat …
Being divorced and therefore forced to share my child makes me cherish each and every time I spend with him … it’s priceless 🙂
@Elsa, Thanks Elsa. You do have to just stop sometimes and cherish like you said.
Very tender moments… I can relate, ’cause I’m a dad. Sometimes it’s good to care for someone other than yourself.
@Víctor, You’re right Victor. Thanks for stopping by. 🙂
Such a sweet story! No matter how old you are, you still need those days with your mother… I know I do 😉 She’ll remember those days forever.
@Catherine, I sure hope so Catherine! She’s only 3, so I fear these memories will be forgotten. Good thing I have the blog to show her. 😉