In light of the tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown on Friday, I found myself hugging my boys a little tighter and holding on to them a little longer than usual this weekend.
We had started potty training, or at least attempting to, and while it wasn't going completely smoothly, it wasn't too bad either...at least on Friday. Saturday morning was a bit rougher and by lunchtime Evan was back in a diaper. At first I felt like we had given up too soon and that I was being too impatient but then I remembered what was really important. I told Bruce that I would change Evan's diapers until he was 37 as long as it meant that he was still my "baby boy".
Then unexpectedly, Saturday night both boys woke up in the middle of the night. Evan at 2:30 because he couldn't find Lady Bug (his mini pillow pet) and Logan around 3, just as I was starting to drift back to sleep. When I went back to bed around 4 AM, I couldn't help but think of all the parents whose children were victims of the school shooting and how I bet they wish that they were waking up to "Mommy, I can't find lady bug" and hungry baby cries in the middle of the night.
I always try to be patient and understanding with the boys and to cherish the moments we have together but I know that I will count our blessings even more carefully now. Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift - that's why it's called the present. Cherish it!
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