Simon woke up from a longer than normal map this morning (we have had some long nights lately with his teething) and after nursing he wanted me to do the routine "sit and hang out with Mum". He doesn't like me to put him somewhere while I continue on with my cleaning etc for about 30 minutes after he wakes up.
I love to look at him.
I love to watch him examine a toy and study his fingers. I love his cheeks and the dimple on his right cheek. I love his reddish hair and his big blue eyes. He has a smile that makes all the problems in the world just disappear. I may spend a little too much time looking at him but I have a thirteen year old, I know how quickly it passes. The three loads of laundry will have to wait a few more minutes.
I often think of what life was like for our great great grandmothers, did they have time to sit and watch their babies? Perhaps they watched them as they dipped candles, made bread, churned butter, wrung out wet clothes. Perhaps they watched them while they were sleeping and they were mending clothes by lamp light.
Time to fold clothes while I watch Simon.
