Little Moments

Let me start by saying that 3 years old has been the hardest age so far. My sweet, cuddly, obedient, little boy turned into this independent, angry, mischievous monster. I couldn't believe the transformation and most days I still can't. I'm patiently waiting for the day my sweet boy returns. Until then there will be a lot of yelling (from him), time out (for me and him), crying, and slow breathing (from me). So, in all this craziness sweet moments rarely occur.

Yesterday, I was lucky enough to experience one of those sweet, stop-and-really-take-it-in moments. Landin still hadn't woken up from his 2 1/2 hour nap, so I went in and opened his door an took his blankets off him. (I didn't wake him up because that results in uncontrollable anger and stomping) I continued cleaning the upstairs waiting for him to wake up. A few minutes later he sleepily came walking out of his room. He asked me to holdge him and go downstairs. I picked him up and we went downstairs. I sat on the couch with him still laying on my shoulder in my arms. We sat there for probably about 5 minutes. I had my phone hooked up to our little speaker think playing songs from Pandora. As he was laying there with me rubbing his back "Don't Stop Believing" came on the station by Journey. Seems completely unrelated and useless except for that is song we played on repeat for Landin when he was a baby and couldn't sleep. We literally had this one song on a CD and played it in the car or in his room. It seemed at one point it was the only thing that could quiet him down. It seems cheesy, but in that moment I thanked God for this moment in the midst of hard, long, exhausting days. I thanked God for this little man in my lap and I saw a future where there might be more moments of quiet cuddling.

I love that little guy, but he really challenges me everyday and pushes every limit I have and ones I didn't know I had.