Sometimes this is what parenting feels like to me...moments where I can appreciate the fleetingness of a cuddle or the look of baby chub. Moments I take and store away 'til later for a little happy jolt....like chocolate ;)
Life with 4 kiddos, 3 being under 7, often doesn't allow for much one-on-one time....this seems especially true with the littlest one. I tell my oldest, "You had me alone for 6 years...imagine!" (and even though the young man in him can't admit it, I can see he still enjoys mama time by the stream of conversation we have during those solo drop off drives to friends and dances). Even my 2nd oldest had 2 years of solo mama time while big brother was at school...the last 2 children? Well, they squeeze it in when they can - or demand it loudly in some cases ;)
That is why this morning was *so* precious...not that I didn't need that nudge to see it that way, of course. See, waking alone here (even at the wee hour of 5:30) is an improbability along the scale of a weekend trip to Paris so, when I found myself awake - and alone - I have to admit, it was a bit thrilling ;)
However, less than half an hour into it...I heard little footsteps and heavily sighed....Then a sweet & sleepy eyed face, still round with baby chub, peeked through the crack of my slightly opened door and I opened my arms....and melted into the moment....so rare for this independent little spirit who has never seemed to require much of me - always so interested in what her siblings were doing and has traveled with the pack since she could crawl.
So sweet these precious and, yes, stolen moments...I put down the sewing, forgot about the newest library book and shared a simple breakfast of cereal, a favorite book and more cuddle time...until the call of the wild began and the rest of the pack awakened :)
* Photo courtesy of 5 year old G *