Have any of you mommas ever had an exchange like this?
“Momma, can you play with me?”
“In a minute buddy, I’m trying to clean.”
“Can we play now?”
“I’m making dinner. Maybe later.”
“It’s too late, bud. We’ll play tomorrow.”
And then tomorrow comes, and it’s the same thing. “After I get off the phone.” “We have to go to the store first.” “I just need a minute to think. Why don’t you go outside.”
And somehow, tomorrow always becomes tomorrow again. But the saddest truth I have learned as a parent, is that those tomorrows always end. One tomorrow he will not ask to play. One tomorrow he will not want to sneak into your bed just to snuggle. One tomorrow he will not ask for “one more story” or “one more hug. One tomorrow you will realize that you need him more than he needs you.
So today, I will play. I will leave the cleaning for later and hang up the phone. Today I will read. I will put a frozen pizza in the oven and not spend two hours making dinner. I will be present…I will be in today. Because I know that tomorrow they will be another day older, and never again will they be as little as they are today. So I cherish today; the hugs, the kisses, the sticky fingers and toys on the couch. I’ll cherish the noise without getting annoyed and the sound of “momma” spoken in little voices.
I’ll cherish it all today, because tomorrow it might be too late.