Time

I’m sitting still. Actually sitting. Not doing anything that I ‘should’.

Obviously, I am writing this blog post. But I don’t have a plan for it – where it’s going – I don’t even know what the purpose of it is. The most important thing is, I’m sitting. And even more importantly, I’m cuddling my baby whilst he sleeps.

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Have you ever seen anything more beautiful than a baby sleeping? All the trials and tribulations of family life – and yet when baby sleeps, all is well with the world. I could watch him forever. When did he get so big? What was I doing when he napped yesterday? Or the day before? Why wasn’t I doing this?

‘Time’ has a lot to answer for. ‘Time’ means I might prioritise work, or the shopping, or walking the dog. What a shame. The ‘in arms’ phase is so short (I have to steal kisses and cuddles from my 4 year old now – he’s too busy!). Surely when I’m prioritising my time I should be ensuring that the baby nap cuddles take precedence over everything else.

I used to, but then the ‘chores’ crept in. The chores can wait today. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do.

Moving

We’re packing to move house.

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And its it’s a big move for us. Not only because the last time we moved we had no children, and now we have two……and a lot of toys…..But also because we have an emotional tie to this, our first home.

My first son was born here in the living room. It was an experience I will never forget and I can remember that night like it was yesterday. We were so nervous, and excited. My husband made a big saucepan of soup for the midwives and of course none of us ate. But it was home – the smell of the soup cooking, the dim light from our candles, the bed, and the bath, and our HOME. I had the most profound experience of my life in that place.

And soon we’ll have a new home.

I suspect it won’t feel quite the same……