Perspective and ReEvaluation....

I had this outrageously funny post ready to go today.....all about how I haven't learned anything yet about being a mom of a boy......and how to keep my "Freak Out" moments in check....

I was so excited about sharing my weekend experience with head wounds, staples and ER doctors....when something so much more important....deep and heartfelt came into my line of vision today.....so I'm changing gears....

going from funny and gross......to heartfelt and solemn....

I don't know how many of you have discovered Layla Grace. I was led to her story through another blog that I follow regularly and was so drawn to her story and her fight against stage 4 cancer....I don't know if it's because I'm a mom, or if it's because I'm a mom of a child Layla's age.....I guess in the grand scheme of things....it doesn't truly matter.....

Today....as I checked in to see how Layla is doing, though I know it is only as well as can be expected, her amazing mom wrote an absolutely profound post about perspective.....and taking those little moments we have with our children for granted....

I had to raise my hand.....when she wrote about how she took for granted wanting peace when trying to get things accomplished (unloading dishwasher).....or how she used to wish for her daughter to sit through a whole episode of Dora quietly.....I so take for granted the 8,000,000 distractions that I get everyday, with wanting to be picked up....or the 100th time of showing me his half chewed crayon.....

I can't begin to count the times I've told my son....Just a minute and I'll play with you.....and 30 minutes later I'm still trying to fold the laundry....or finish the dusting.....

I finished her post feeling like I'm missing the picture.....and I hate that it takes the heartbreak of another mother to bring me to change my way of thinking.....

The laundry....the dishes.....the dusting...all of that can wait....(or be done half-assed).....what really truly matters is the usually beaming, sometimes needy....always cute...sometimes clingy 23 month old that is currently tugging at my shirt sleeve to read his Thomas Book with him....

So today I've been on a mission....to put down the broom and the keyboard and really relish those moments that I usually wish I didn't have to deal with....and I have to say, I actually enjoyed it taking 45 minutes to unload the dishwasher.....because at the end of the day....I will get to hold my son tomorrow.....and the day after that.....and the day after that.....

and deal with the skinned knees....and busted lips.....

and it's precious.....