I have started no less than four posts on this blog in the last few days and never pushed publish. It's interesting how I am sometimes moved to write about something, but once I write about it, I don't feel moved to actually preserve it.
Today is another one of those days. After abandoning a post just now, I instead just want to remember a memory from this morning.
Little Bug has been having trouble regulating his rise-and-shine time in the mornings. This morning I vaguely remember him waking up far earlier than Appa and I intended to wake up, and Appa suggesting we bring him into our bed to sleep for another hour. This rarely works because Little Bug loves our bed and only wants to play in it, not sleep.
However, the next thing I remember is waking up to the smell of my baby. Little Bug was nestled in between Appa and I, his thumb in his mouth, and looking supremely comfortable in Appa's embrace. Appa and I were touching toes since there was no other way for us to cuddle around our littlest human. I reached out and touched Little Bug's hand.
In one of my meditation courses for my anxiety, I was taught when I am severely anxious to pinch my fingers together and plant my feet on the ground envision my positive energy flowing through my body in one continuous circle with no room for it to escape.
This morning, as I touched Little Bug's hand and Appa's toes, I imagined all the love our little family has flowing through the three of us in one continuous circle, filling all three of us up.
It was a nice way to start the day.
That is a great memory to document. Sometimes when I'm feeling down or worried I'll ask one of my children to come for cuddles or give me a hug ~ it always makes me feel better.
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