Yesterday was just a Monday. 

I went to get you at school, and when I peeked my head into your classroom you looked up from intent coloring, politely handed both your crayon and your paper to the teacher, scooted your little chair away from the table and ran at me, arms outstretched, grinning and mouthing "Mama". As if you hadn't seen me in ages.

On our way to the car we stopped to wave at every teacher, every parent, every other child in the building. Bye bye! Bye bye! Your waving looks a little like you're milking a cow, but no one seemed to mind. Bye bye! See you tomorrow!

At home we stopped inside long enough for me to drop my purse and jacket, and we were off! Down the street. Lately you are convinced that your ride-on fire truck will only "drive" properly if my car keys are jammed into one of the holes on the dash. They don't fit snugly and they fall out every ten feet or so, but that doesn't deter you. You jam them in the "ignition" and head down the street.

Our quiet street has very little traffic so we headed down to the corner, stopping every ten feet for fire truck "maintenance". You would periodically find a rock or a leaf or a particular blade of grass that warranted saving, so it would get safely stowed beneath the seat of the firetruck. And we'd keep moving. It was getting warm outside and you were a filthy, sweaty mess.

We got about halfway down the street when your Paw came home! I tossed you through the window so you could ride back to the house with him while I gathered the firetruck and the car keys and followed behind.

The firetruck was forgotten when you realized that your Paw was gearing up to mow the grass. Your favorite. While Paw started the mower, you and I went inside for a drink.

After only a slight pause inside, you tucked your milk cup under one arm and reached for my hand with the other. You led me by the hand back outside and over to a stump in our front yard. You pushed me to sit down and then plopped your little bottom down onto the stump.

We sat in the shade of the house and watched your Paw mow the grass.  You acted as if it were the best show you'd ever seen. Every time he would start a new row and head back toward us you would point and wave and make sure I was watching. Eventually he was done with the front yard and we moved our spectator operation to the backyard. You led me to a nice shady spot and sat us both down. And there we sat. You climbed into my lap and sat with me like I am always hoping you will want to do. And we sat.

It was the most peaceful 20 minutes I could have asked for. It was supper time, but I didn't care. I was sitting in the grass in my work clothes, but I didn't care. I'm pretty sure I was being bitten by ants, but I didn't care.

We just sat.

You sipped your milk and watched the show.

And it was the best Monday I think I've ever had.

We eventually had to come inside so you could eat supper. And then I decided you were sweaty and stinky enough for bath time. We played a little bit, then it was time to wave bye bye to the bath water. You snuggled into your bath towel – the same one you usually can't wait to kick free after your morning showers. You got into your jammies and brushed your teeth, then led me by the hand back to your room.

You climbed up in my lap and let me rock you a little longer than usual. You snuggled up against me and gave me a few more night-night kisses than usual.   

And it was the best Monday I think I've ever had.

night vision

5 Responses to Simplicity

  1. Jackie Hamby May 25, 2010 at 8:39 am #

    This is so sweet that you document these moments. Our children grow up so fast and these precious moments are soon forgotten. Cherish them!

  2. Jennifer H-F May 25, 2010 at 8:44 am #

    For real, I almost cried. This is so sweet. I really hope I get to have one of these little people to have moments like this with.

  3. Amy May 25, 2010 at 2:04 pm #

    Ahhh…so sweet! love the pictures.

  4. teresa May 25, 2010 at 3:07 pm #

    I love days like this.. the simplest things make life enjoyable.. and when they involve a little munckin it only makes it sweeter..

  5. Fawn May 30, 2010 at 12:15 am #

    I haven’t been over to your blog in a LONG time! Love the look, and love this sweet, sweet post. Makes me miss my munchkins.

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