As I sat on the couch listening to the pitiful wails coming through the monitor and feeling utterly frustrated and helpless (becuz boys and girls, we have entered the phase of "I don't want to nap, Mommy and I'm going to scream my eight month old little lungs out every time you try to put me down in this crib") I repeated to myself that I would not go in and take Hunter out to nap on my chest.
I would not give in.
And then it suddenly hit me.
I will never get this moment in time back.
Do I really need to fold laundry or watch some stupid TV show or check my email, instead of comfort my baby boy? Yes, I don't want to create a bad habit of baby cries in crib and Mommy rescues him to snooze on her, but will once in a while really hurt?
I admit, it's happened more than once in a while lately.
But years from now what will I remember? That my son was or wasn't an awesome napper? Will it matter that I squeezed in an extra washing of the dirty dishes over-flowing our kitchen sink?
OR will the moments in time that play over and over through my memories be the snuggly stolen Saturday afternoon with his cheek pressed comfortingly against my chest and his warm fuzzy head tucked under my chin like perfect connecting puzzle pieces, listening to the gentle rise and fall of sweet baby breath?
As I cradle my son in my arms, I realize it.
This is the way I want to live my life and enjoy my family.
These are the moments that really and truly matter.