This was supposed to be for a rainy day...
Call it new blog excitement, or call it insomnia, but I'm writing another post just two days in - at midnight. In my head, I started rifling through the hundreds of times that I've seen or heard something in the past few months and considered writing about it. One moment immediately stood out, so I created a new post called "rainy day" and attached this picture to trigger my memory.
I decided that this would be something easy to write about, so I would save it for later. I thought it might come in handy when I didn't have a ton of time to write, or couldn't figure out what to write about. I then closed my computer and pondered the pitiful irony in what I'd just done. I'll tell you why in a second.
I took this picture about two weeks ago. We had just left an appointment, and he was headed in to preschool a little later than usual. We got out of the car, and Chase looked at me and said, "Mommy, I splash the water?" I told him to go for it, but only because he had on his rain boots. He splashed and giggled for a few seconds, and as I watched, I had a gut-wrenching thought. I only let him splash because he's wearing rain boots. Y'all. My baby boy was having the time of his life and he would have missed it if he'd had on cloth shoes that day instead of rubber boots. I racked my brain and tried to think of all the times I might have denied him an experience for an ultimately inconsequential reason. The list was short, but longer than I wanted it to be. We've had a few rainy days since then - he has splashed each time, with or without rain boots.
I promise I won't always write about my children, but they really are two of the best teachers I have ever had. I thought long and hard that afternoon about why I would be willing to sacrifice his happiness and excitement to save a pair of shoes from mud. Habit. I do it to myself all the time. I save new outfits for better occasions. I wait to visit new restaurants. I delay getting pedicures. I postpone trips. Under the guise of waiting for an optimal time, I deny myself the simplest of pleasures. I could list a million reasons why I do this. The stripped down truth is, there are always things that I want to do and can afford to do, and I just don't do them. I'm determined to not pass that habit on to my children.
So for a post that was going to be about the lessons of beauty and spontaneity of splashing puddles on a rainy day, I almost "took a rain check." There's the irony. I would love to say that I learned my lesson, and am going to stop saying "maybe later" to myself. Maybe I'll get there someday. All I know for sure is that Chase will never again miss splashing in a puddle, and no matter which shoes we're wearing, I'll take a few jumps with him.
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| Chase, 3, 1/23/18 |
I decided that this would be something easy to write about, so I would save it for later. I thought it might come in handy when I didn't have a ton of time to write, or couldn't figure out what to write about. I then closed my computer and pondered the pitiful irony in what I'd just done. I'll tell you why in a second.
I took this picture about two weeks ago. We had just left an appointment, and he was headed in to preschool a little later than usual. We got out of the car, and Chase looked at me and said, "Mommy, I splash the water?" I told him to go for it, but only because he had on his rain boots. He splashed and giggled for a few seconds, and as I watched, I had a gut-wrenching thought. I only let him splash because he's wearing rain boots. Y'all. My baby boy was having the time of his life and he would have missed it if he'd had on cloth shoes that day instead of rubber boots. I racked my brain and tried to think of all the times I might have denied him an experience for an ultimately inconsequential reason. The list was short, but longer than I wanted it to be. We've had a few rainy days since then - he has splashed each time, with or without rain boots.
I promise I won't always write about my children, but they really are two of the best teachers I have ever had. I thought long and hard that afternoon about why I would be willing to sacrifice his happiness and excitement to save a pair of shoes from mud. Habit. I do it to myself all the time. I save new outfits for better occasions. I wait to visit new restaurants. I delay getting pedicures. I postpone trips. Under the guise of waiting for an optimal time, I deny myself the simplest of pleasures. I could list a million reasons why I do this. The stripped down truth is, there are always things that I want to do and can afford to do, and I just don't do them. I'm determined to not pass that habit on to my children.
So for a post that was going to be about the lessons of beauty and spontaneity of splashing puddles on a rainy day, I almost "took a rain check." There's the irony. I would love to say that I learned my lesson, and am going to stop saying "maybe later" to myself. Maybe I'll get there someday. All I know for sure is that Chase will never again miss splashing in a puddle, and no matter which shoes we're wearing, I'll take a few jumps with him.
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