Today I enjoyed a quiet moment with Eliza at the sink. It has not been a quiet day. Not a bad one, just not a quiet one, either. Most of the afternoon has been filled with Eliza shrieking and screaming because she was overtired and overstimulated and unable to sleep. And with me desperately trying to find a solution to get her there! After a few hours of trying just about everything, I found her chattering to herself as she lay in a large,wet, poopy stain in her crib. Instead of my baby sleeping and me getting some housework done, I was stripping both baby and bed down and giving them a bath!
I could have been frustrated that Eliza wouldn't sleep, or mad that I would have to take the stains out of an outfit I had just finally rid of the same. But instead I found myself enjoying this quiet moment with my daughter: my baby girl calm in her bath, holding her tiny hand under the running faucet water. Her big blue eyes looking around, and she concentrating so hard on capturing the floating yellow rubber duck. Washing the yellow off her skin, her round milk-belly, and her wrinkling toes. Listening through the open window to the sound of the breeze, frogs singing in the distant trees, and a slow tractor running along 46th St., all speaking Spring. I looked at her and knew, I wouldn't trade all of it for the world. The poop stains, the screaming, the laundry I'll have to do, all worth it for a little moment with my little girl in her bath.
I love being a mother.
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