Friday, March 11, 2011

Dancing on a Friday Morning















It's a dreary, stay-in-your-pajamas-under-the-covers, type of Friday here in Neve Daniel. When we finally got all five older boys bundled, scarved, and out the door with lunches in hand, it was time for me to start the clean-up routine. Since there's no work on Friday, I'm able to stay in my pajamas a bit longer than usual and relax as I clean up the mess.

And then Yakir, in his swing, reminded me that it's also his day off...and that he wanted to spend it with me. So, I stopped cleaning the dishes, ignored the explosive breakfast cereal and bowls mess, and picked him up out of his swing.

With sweet music in the background, we started swaying together, and I found myself slowly dancing around the family room, cradling my little guy in my arms.

I closed my eyes, drank in his delicious baby scent, listened to his stuffy-nosed gurgle and danced and danced and danced.

And as we danced around the empty room together, I realized that this was IT - this was the most important moment of my life.

I'm about to turn 40, and such an event often causes moments of reflection. Where would I like to be right now? What do I need to change? What is going right? What would I like to own that I don't presently have?

And I realized in that moment that you couldn't put me anywhere more satisfying in the entire world or offer me anything more precious.

A trip to Switzerland? A new car? A fancy diamond?

No thanks.

I've got all the riches in the world right here in my messy, chaotic, disorganized house dancing on a rainy Friday morning with my 6th beautiful son.

1 comment:

  1. You could give classes to countless young mothers who don't see this "drudgery" as precious and priceless. And that is THE single best method for doing "cheshbon ha-nefesh" that I've ever heard!

    Pass on your wonderful attitude to those delicious boychicks. You will help to save the world.

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