I had to get onto myself this evening. It was my son’s bedtime and he didn’t want to go to sleep. Lately that is nothing new. Such is life with a studly little 2 year old. So, I snuggled up next to him and tried to persuade him to call it a night. Thirty minutes later, as awake as when we started, he says "Daddy!" and laughs. What should have made me smile frustrated me. And, I felt like a moron for it.
Yes. It was his bed time. Yes. He needs to get his sleep. No. I have no idea why he is fighting so hard against it, aside from the fact he doesn’t want to miss anything. (I blame that inquisitiveness on his mother, and I love her for giving it to him). He didn’t need my frustration. He needed my love. He needed me present with him to enjoy the snuggle. And, I almost missed it.
So, I rolled over and turned out the light. I scooped him up and laid him up on my chest and started to sing to him. He started to calm. Halfway through the song he snuggled back up with me and stopped squirming. After that he rolled over to his Mama and eventually went to sleep.
One day I know I will wake up and he will be as tall as me. He will have other things that he wants to do. Other priorities in his life. I will look back and miss all of the opportunities that I missed by not living in the moment and enjoying him. He is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. The only one cooler being my wife. I don’t want to miss a thing. Especially for things that aren’t as important. I find the following quote truer the longer I live:
"Things which matter most must never be at the mercy of things which matter least”. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe