Sometimes, I have to consciously decide to relax as I rock Andrew to sleep, knowing that being stressed about how long it takes won’t help him fall asleep faster.
Most of the time, I savor the seconds and stare at his face and breathe in his scent because I know soon someone else will get to put him to bed and I won’t be there.
Sometimes I let him explore items I shouldn’t (hello, DVD collection. The toddler finger smudges are a nice addition) while I multitask so everything can be done by his bed time, and I can collapse on the couch.
Most of the time, I let the house go unchecked because I know it will all be there tomorrow, and he won’t.
Sometimes I put off grocery shopping because I know I have just enough left to scrape together a passable dinner.
Most of the time, I make sure to shop the day before I have him so all his preferred foods are waiting.
Most of the time, I rush to pick him up from daycare because I know our time is limited.
Most of the time, I keep my perspective and don’t lose my temper when he does because I know I’ll get a break soon.
Most of the time, I try to find something for us to do–dinner in the park, walking to get the mail every day–that lets us spend quality time together.