Thursday, November 09, 2006

Don't Rush It

I was getting a little impatient. It was the fourth time Bailey had called me back to his room.

The first time, he asked, "Is this blanket clean? It smells good."
"Yes, it is. Good night."

The second time he asked for another blanket.

The third time he asked me to take one of the blankets off.

The fourth time, I was starting to think that this might be nature's way of telling me I needed more exercise. Back and forth from the living room to Bailey's room and from Bailey's room to the living room.

"What is it now," I snapped.

He mumbled something.

"What? I can't hear you," I said my voice getting louder by the second.

Louder this time, but the words weren't clear.

"Good night, Bailey," I said and turned to close the door.

"You didn't say love you," I heard the sadness in his voice.

I lay down beside him, pulled him close and kissed his forehead. "Love you, Bailey."

"Love you, Mommy."

5 comments:

Mande's J-Life said...

It's those tiny things that we forget to do which count the most.

Ame said...

ohhhh ... they're so precious :)

i try to remember that these days will pass ... and there will come a day when they pull the covers over their head while mumbling, "get out!"

Tammy said...

I think this happens to every Mommy at some time or another...

Mike said...

Oops.

My 3-year old does the same thing. There's a difference, though. When my voice gets louder after the nth "What is it now," he tells me: "Daddy, you have booger in your nose."

Mike
http://somethingaboutparenting.typepad.com/

Pamela said...

It is having a little window into your evening and seeing Bailey trying his hardest to stretch the day with his Mommy. He is so cute, how could you resist! :)