Yesterday Isaac and I blew bubbles. It has been way too long since I've done that. I watched Isaac run around, eyes lit up, trying to catch them and being disappointed when he actually did. The bubbles were beautiful: crystal clear, sparkly, reflecting every color of the rainbow. I felt like the hopes for my children were being whisked around on the warm breeze, weightless as a sigh.
I spend too much time on things that don't matter.
I want to make cookies more. I want to celebrate each holiday with a silly craft that we'll throw away within a week, but it will be fun to do. I want to wrestle with my boys more often. On my unmade bed. I want to talk to them - have conversations with their mispronounced words and random topics.
But being a good mommy takes planning. And time. I'm going to work on both.
This is a big deal, people. I'm turning a very heavy page.