life's sweet....

When was the last time you had a really sweet moment? You know the kind, the melt your heart, ouooie goouie, down right sappy moment that makes it all worth while. It's the last scene in all of my favorite movies, and the only reason I am able to get through a book so fast...anxious as all get out for that sweet moment to savor. It's crazy to think that most of mine these days come from a living creature that is no more than 30 pounds and speaks very little English. Most moms will confess that they are desperately in love with their little ones they are, and I am no different, although I am the first to admit that my peanut and I have our moments...like when he plays in the toilet, kicks the contents of his diap. onto our play dates floor, or chucks a toy at another kid in the nursery's head. In those times, I am not remembering sweet moments I am contemplating tearing my hair out. He feels the same way about me though, make no mistake...he has no idea why I can't just throw open the latch to the great out doors so we can go play in the freezing cold, can't imagine who doesn't consider gold fish a major food group, and what honestly is so great about socks. What can I say, we don't always see eye to eye. But we do spend enough time together that every once in a while our eyes meet in the same spot and we savor every delicious second of each other. Yesterday while waiting for my beloved dog to do her business I sat tiredly against the sliding glass door to our back yard. Griffin has been desperate to have a play date with the grass out there. He gingerly toddled over to me, the way only he can, bopping his head along the way. I figured he was coming to hang on the door in protest to redeem his play date dreams when instead he shimmied his way onto my lap holding his tiny box of raisins. He struck up a very stimulating conversation in which we covered many serious and controversial subjects all summed up in his favorite word....."daughton daughton"....over and over again. He then forced his chubby little hand down into the crevice of his raisin box and came back up with one. He held it high in the air...marveled at it, "ohhhhhhhh" and then held it out to me. I opened my mouth and before I knew what was happening I had a fist full of gooey Griffin half way down my throat. When he was satisfied it was fully in, he took his hand out (wiping it down my chin first) and smiled at me, as though we had just shared something really special. And you know what, it occurred to me that we had. Sometimes life's sweetest moments are the ones covered lovingly in drool and forcefully shoved in your mouth. It's not necessarily what you pictured, but then again its unexpected and unscripted and better than you imagined. And when the day, and motherhood, and life just seem overwhelming I am trying to remember how blessed my life really is...I have a tiny person who will share their slimy raisins with me...isn't that the sweetest thing?