May 31, 2012 by CassieCravings
There’s a moment when your child is coloring quietly at his desk, and you think, “Surely I can take this one item of clothing to the laundry basket without incident.”
You’re brave. You go for it. You walk as quickly as possible. You throw the item from the doorstep of the laundry room. You can’t risk the extra steps. You race back. You trip over the cat.
Then it happens. His door closes. And he’s quiet.
Slowly, you open the door. Because if you see the trauma slowly, perhaps it can soak in easier.
And there it is. The back of the door was white when you left the room. Now…well, now it’s not.
There are some moments in mommyhood that are difficult to Pollyanna out of. They are a black crayon all over a white door. They are a full sippy of milk in the car seat. They are a full night of a fussy baby instead of sleep.
These are the moments where you have to count your breaths and remember how quickly they grow up. These are the moments where they watch you the closest.
Even these moments pass too quickly. Cherish them, even black crayon on a white door.