that one day i was a fun mom

Sometimes (OK, most of the time) I don't feel like a very fun mom. I like contained, quiet activities that don't make a mess that preferably I don't have to participate in.

Yeah... no fun.

Every now and then, though, I throw it all out the window and do something against all my instincts. This day it was to bring out the big bin of flour, stick it over a sheet and let Spencer go crazy.

And. he. loved. it.

I wish I recorded sound bites of his giddy laughter as he was tossing the flour all over the place and rubbing it in his hair. This kid was in heaven. And, you know what? I was, too.

Sure, it made a mess. A pretty big one... but nothing a quick shaking of the sheet and a vacuum didn't take care of. We had to give him a bath and get flour paste out of his hair (a process that took days). But we both loved it. And these are the moments I'm going to remember... when I pull out the bucket of flour and let my kids go crazy. I probably won't remember the hundredth visit to the library (although you better believe I'll keep doing that).

I believe one of my jobs as a mom is to create memories for myself and my children. I want to look back and remember the traditions, remember the silly times. I want to leave enough room for that in my scheduled days and weeks. I want to be able to step back and see those moments, then seize them. I'm still working on it.

1 comment:

Tawnie said...

He looks so happy!!!! I love the pictures.