Some days

Some days I feel tired.
I drink coffee in the morning.
And afternoon.
I try to lay on the couch while Eli plays. Until he comes to his mama, the "human trampoline", and his sweet, delighted expression and laughter make me indulge him until I remind him he has to be "gentle with mama" and thus ceases my moment of rest.
Some days it's more about arriving at bedtime than much else.
Some days lead to frequent night waking.
Some days I have plans for all the tricky parenting stuff like sleep issues. And then some days I just do the very things I said I'd stop because it's hard, or I don't want to fight my baby, or...

Some days I just need to stop, scoop that little boy into my lap, grab a book, and savor. Because when I look down I see tiny feet with squirmy toes. And it's like I can watch them growing right before me. But they are still cute and little. And they are part of my precious little guy. I am blessed.
And how I hope to be mindful of this all my days.