i found this on someones blog comments today. i believe it's an excerpt from a book. it is so how my day went with tatum today.
i know it's long but so worth the time.
It was one of those heavy days where everything seemed in slow motion. A sink full of dirty morning dishes glaring in a pile, waiting for me to attend to. White tile floors with too many soggy cheerios drying tight with their milk glue. Two kids gone to school, one little guy home to need you. So much needed to be done, but my whole body was filled with that mind numbing sand that keeps you from quickness. You know, one of those days where you don't dare pass by the couch or else you may get sucked in indefinitely. You know how the faster you try to run against a water current, the slower it seems you go. That was me.
So I decided I needed some Norah Jones to accompany my chores. It had been a while since we visited, so I invited her.
I started on those dishes when the little guy starts whining at my feet, arms held high in the air. Shhh boy. I'm listening to Nora. She's helping me cope. He starts tugging - hard enough for me to lose my balance. What boy?
It was literally an open arm invitation. So I scooped up that little one and decided to give in. I knew exactly what he was asking.
We swayed and twirled and spun and swooped and I dipped. He laughed and squealed. Those dishes tried to ruin it once by sneaking into view, so I closed my eyes. Then I noticed how tightly the little one was holding on to me. I stopped fighting against the day's current and decided to let it move me. Because that was a moment I was loving. We slowed our dance a little and he rested his head on my shoulder. After a while, I thought he may have fallen asleep so I glanced into a mirror for confirmation that he was.
I saw the reflection of a mother holding her child. I am a mother.I said goodbye to Norah and we walked straight over and onto that couch.
The day seemed to move much lighter after that.
in other words, my house is a disaster but i loved the time with my girl.