I often start my day with visions of getting everything organized, cleaned, and put away. Then something wonderful happens. I feel little hands on my legs or he climbs up into my lap, with the sweetest little face he says, "Cuddoo me Mamma. Holda me Mamma. Singa me mamma. Lova me mamma." One or more of these cute requests and my plan is shot. I find myself sitting where I was with one or two little boys, blonde heads on my shoulder, and a heart spilling over with love.
The only time I use the selfie mode on my phone is to take pictures of these perfect cuddling moments that I want to remember forever!
Little Rowan is getting quite smart about it. When push comes to shove and I have absolutely have to do something, say cooking dinner, Rowan says, "Cuddoo me a little bit first!" Smart boy, but usually ends with him on the counter, as close as humanly possible to me, while I'm trying to cook dinner.
I'm not sure when Rowan became such a cuddlier. As a little baby, and as recently as about six months ago, he had little desire to cuddle. Now he needs lots of hugs, kisses, and cuddles all the time. Our night time routine has been greatly extended as of late with little Rowan needing lots of cuddles, lots of songs, and really having a hard time laying down by himself.
And that is the beautiful struggle I find myself in. If I had all the money in the world I would have someone clean my house, do my laundry, and cook our meals so I could spend all of my days cuddling, singing, and playing with my sweet boys. I know that the time in which they want me to cuddle them is going to end soon. They will be big kids before I know it, most likely not wanting a lot to do with me in the years to come. The idea of hours of cuddles with soon be a distant memory. So for right now I try to not let the mess of my house bother me, I soak up every minute that there is a little blonde head on my shoulder. It is my greatest joy!