This morning, I woke up at 5:30 AM, fully intending to tackle my never-ending list of chores—dishes, laundry, and a few articles begging for my attention. But before my alarm even got the chance to ring, I was greeted by a familiar voice.
“Mom! Mommy?”
With a reluctant sigh, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and felt the cold floor beneath my feet. Exhausted, I was overwhelmed with frustration. How was I going to accomplish my to-do list now? But I paused, took a deep breath, and reminded myself to embrace the moment before I opened your door.
“Mommy, I hungy!” you declared as you dashed toward me, just as you do every single morning. I bent down to scoop you into my arms, receiving a tight squeeze in return.
“Okay, sweetie. We’ll get something to eat, but give me a kiss first.”
Your cool lips brushed against mine, but before I could fully enjoy the moment, you were off to the kitchen, determined to turn on lights you couldn’t reach and devour breakfast I couldn’t prepare quickly enough. A meltdown erupted when I poured your milk into the pink cup instead of the purple bottle (one you haven’t used in ages). You threw a tantrum when I insisted on toasting your waffle instead of letting you eat it frozen. And when I finally gave in and presented the waffle, you howled for cereal and milk instead.
I thought to myself, “Ah, it’s going to be one of those days.” I steeled myself for the tantrums, the mood swings, and the inevitable tests of patience—knowing I was in for another exhausting day filled with cooking, cleaning, and writing.
But then, to my surprise, you invited me to join you on the living room floor, where you were coloring at the coffee table. Expecting a fit when I sat down, I was delighted when you continued coloring, unfazed. “Color Minnie’s shoes!” you instructed without hesitation. So, I did, and for the next 15 minutes, we were immersed in creativity, enjoying each other’s company.
Next came our “tent” time, where we sprawled on the floor under a blanket, snuggling closely. You looked up at me and said, “Mommy, go sleep. Stay here. You go sleep. I be back. Okay?” So, I stayed. I lay there while you busily gathered stuffed animals and pillows for me. Sure, I had a million tasks waiting, but in that moment, nothing mattered more.
We cuddled together, watched Sofia in my bed for a while (breaking my usual TV rules), sang “Wheels on the Bus” on the kitchen floor, and played dinosaur, stomping and roaring through the house. I didn’t stop you, not even when you dropped yellow rice all over the floor to “feed our cat” or attempted to bite my backside while I washed dishes.
Sure, you had your moments—like the time you insisted that cookies could be dinner—but they were nothing compared to the laughter, whispers of secrets, and the joy we shared.
As the day came to a close, I tucked you into bed and turned off the light, reflecting on the fact that I hadn’t accomplished much in terms of chores. The sink remained full, the laundry untouched, and my article unwritten. But what I did have was you. I had your love, your laughter, and the precious moments we spent together. I was able to see the world through your eyes, filled with wonder and imagination.
And so, the most rewarding thing I did today was absolutely nothing at all. Because when I chose to embrace the chaos, I discovered that you are my everything.
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Summary
In a busy day filled with obligations, a mom reflects on the joy of spending quality time with her child rather than completing chores. Embracing the chaos of motherhood allows her to appreciate the fleeting moments of connection and love, realizing that sometimes doing nothing is the most fulfilling choice.
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