At the End of a Monday

We’ve all had this day.  The Monday of all Mondays: the shirt on backwards, spilled milk,  hour at the doctor’s office,  teething baby, raging headache kind of day.  It’s not even that there’s some major event that you can point to and say, “See, I had a  bad day.”  No, it’s the string of little things that can turn your average day into an endurance challenge. 

I returned home this evening feeling… defeated.  I’d managed to navigate my way through the day, perhaps, but a toll had been taken.  At one point, I sat with my poor teething baby red-faced and crying on my lap and came close to joining him in the tears.  With his angry cries still echoing in my head, I began to make a mental list of all that had to be done with the few remaining hours of my day.

There was a tugging on my pants leg accompanied by little voice calling, “Mama!”  With a tired sigh, I replied, “What, baby?” and looked down to find my son’s hands reaching for me.  As I picked him up, he gave me one of his sweet baby kisses and wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder.  I just held him tight, enjoying the rare moment of stillness.  And just like that–the whole messy day melted away.  The only thing that mattered in the whole world was right there in my arms.

I set aside all mental lists and instead took him outside to bask in the sunshine.  Tears forgotten, we laughed and played in the grass and I concentrated simply on enjoying the little person that I love so much.  There wasn’t a better remedy for the day than my son, and sunshine.  When I walked back in the door, the weight of  all the things left undone didn’t feel so heavy.  I was rejuvenated, able to happily run through the nightly routine of cooking dinner, cleaning dishes, bathtime, bedtime. 

At the end of a Monday, I find myself thinking about  how easy it is to get bogged down in the things we feel must get done.  We get focused on the rough patches of parenting, on the tantrums or the fights or the late night or the tears.  It’s all too easy to miss all the sweet little moments that happen in a day, too easy to lose sight of what’s important.  Laundry can wait until tomorrow–love can’t.

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7 Responses to “At the End of a Monday”


  1. 1 pinklilybit September 15, 2009 at 7:46 am

    That is so true. It is really hard when you are in the muck of day to day to sit back and just enjoy your baby while you still have him. All too soon he’s a kid, and kids, while fun in their own right, are definately not babies. Hold strong poodle, when you count them up, the good days really do outnumber the bad.

    love you!

  2. 2 Melyssa September 15, 2009 at 2:04 pm

    Love this. Love this. Love this!!!

  3. 4 MamaByNature September 15, 2009 at 2:50 pm

    Sweet post Rachel.

    Sandie

  4. 6 Shea September 15, 2009 at 4:40 pm

    I have had so many days that Aria has turned around with a smile and an “I love you, mommy.” Joe and I say she has good survival skills. Just when I’m ready to sit down and cry because I don’t know what to do next, she’ll put a hand on me and say, “Mommy, I love you,” and nothing else matters anymore. I’m glad you’re finding ways to enjoy those moments, sweetie.

    • 7 mamajade September 15, 2009 at 11:09 pm

      Mom has said many times that the only thing that saved my life growing up was that I was cute.

      I’m glad Aria gives you those sweet moments, too. That little girl is adorable, and you’re a wonderful mommy. I can’t wait until Jayden can actually tell me he loves me… and yet, in some ways, I just want to stay at this stage forever! (Although we could probably skip the teething.)

      Love you, Shea!


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