Heidi September 18th, 2008
There are so many things I want to remember about this sacred time when my son is young.
I want to remember how his little body feels when I hug him tight.
What his sweet high-pitched voice sounds like when he talks.
How infectious his giggles are when I tickle him.
I also want to remember the funny little things he does as part of our every day life.
Like when a stranger smiles at him and he suddenly gets shy and reaches for my hand.
Or how he walks around the house with his toy hammer and randomly bangs on things.
And how every time he’s sitting in his booster seat and eating a meal, he reaches out his right foot…..
….. And puts it on my left leg.
It stays there throughout the whole meal as he chomps away and pushes against my leg.
It’s so consistent that I often tune it out and forget he’s even doing it.
But then I remember that I don’t want to forget.
That he won’t always be there to eat with me.
And his toes won’t always be so tiny and cute.
And then I stop what I’m doing and look down at my little boy.
I reach down and squeeze his foot.
And I try to freeze the moment in time.
So I can go back and remember.
Just him and I.
And his little foot reaching out for me.