I feel quite scattered these days. My lists of "should-dos" gets longer and longer and my attention span gets shorter and shorter.But yesterday, in the midst of it all, I had this boy over. We did it all. We played hide'n'seek, we took a walk, he let me hold him close and give him a bottle, he took a little nap, we ate lunch, he hugged me so hard he knocked me over, we fed the chickens, we gathered the eggs, we changed many pee-pee diapers.
And that about covers it for Owen-Grandmother activities in Lloyd.
And it was GOOD.
There is nothing in this world so satisfying to me as holding that sturdy little body close, nothing so heart-tugging as having him throw himself into my arms with all of the force he possesses. There is nothing complicated about it. No feelings hurt, no worry or guilt or wondering if I should be doing it differently or better or anything like that at all.
Just pure joy.
My pure-joy boy. My Owen.
Have you seen him love on Bogart yet? That is some cute shit right there.
ReplyDeleteDTG- Yes. And you're right. He does the same thing to his dolly. And he wants to do it to Elvis. Elvis says, "No." But he's going to keep trying.
ReplyDeleteWow, he plays hide n seek now? He's getting so old! Tell him to slow down!!
ReplyDeletepeace,
me
Mama, you better be right there with a camera the day he manages to hug Elvis.
ReplyDeleteNice. And I really like that newel post.
ReplyDeleteMs. Fleur- Well, sort of. Yes.
ReplyDeleteDTG- Please god, I will.
Syd- I always think that whoever carved it must have been doing some crazy drugs.
That is pure joy. His smile lit up my kitchen. I'm going to have to haunt the old videos to reminisce about my babies at that age. Those were the days, the best, most fun and joyful days. It's really good to remember them right about now, in these testy, prickly teenaged/menopausal years.
ReplyDeleteThanks, hope you're having another great day.
I love the photo. He is such a doll.
ReplyDeleteLove you, too!
How wonderful to stop and just BE with him. I'm glad that you could --
ReplyDeleteJust smooshable. The pair of you.
ReplyDeleteHe's a cutie.
ReplyDeleteEvery day is better with love.
I held a baby around Owen's age today. Swooned. Seriously, I know I'm done, but that weight in my arms made me think yet again of the what ifs...
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you had your Owen time! I saw a baby at work today and I told the hostess "So not cute." Which was mean but hey! The bar has been raised! I can't help it.
ReplyDeleteI understand that scattered, busy feeling. With the little ones it's always a mixture of that and the uncomplicated joy you spoke about. And look at him! So, so precious and adorable and kissable.
ReplyDeleteIt's all about the simple pleasures. Love that picture...he is such a flirt.
ReplyDeletewhat a flirty owen!!!
ReplyDeletejust look at the owen, he is holding up the world!!!
ReplyDeleteMel- Grandbabies make it all worth while and magical. I swear.
ReplyDeleteMs. Bastard-Beloved- He IS a doll. And so are you.
Elizabeth- I am so lucky.
Lisa- I smoosh him all the time and it is better than you can imagine.
Although I imagine that smooshing B. Rosenberg is pretty wonderful too.
Kathleen Scott- Amen.
Nancy C- I know. I know.
May- We are wicked. (I love that.)
Lora- Mmmmm. He is my light and love.
Mel's Way- Flirt? Owen? Oh yeah.
Maggie May- He's already breaking my heart.
rebecca- My world, at least.