where i needed to be

{ sleeping toddler }

This weekend has been a long one.  I worked when I normally don't.  Met my youngest sister for a late lunch.  Mike's phone decided to die and meant we spent an evening with getting it repaired.  Met up with the sister in law so the cousins could play.  Then sat through the worse sacrament meeting I have ever sat through in my life.

The boys were bouncing off the walls.  Hitting each other, throwing things, and being utterly disruptive as much as possible.  I was absolutely ready to through in the towel when I tried to drop off Alex in nursery and he exploded into tears.  After spending an hour trying to control the uncontrollable, I had been looking forward to attending Sunday school and hearing some sort of spiritual message.  But that was not the plan.

Alex eventually calmed down and fell asleep in my arms and I moved into the mother's lounge to sit in a more comfortable chair while holding my sleeping sweat ball of a toddler.  Initially I was angry.  Angry that I was sitting there after weeks of not attending church because of the boys being sick for one reason or another and instead of getting the spiritual food I desperately needed, I was stuck a small room with a sleeping toddler.

I know that I could have tried to sneak into Sunday school class and catch something, but holding Alex in my arms and rocking him, I felt peace.  THIS was where I needed to be today.  In a small room, holding this baby while he slept.  I may not have heard any of the spiritual messages I craved today, but I was reminded that before too long I won't be able to rock with a sleeping baby on my lap.  These days are numbered and I need to treasure them before they are all gone.