Do you know Amy Tilson? If you don’t, you should. She’s an amazing lady who I was fortunate enough to meet through the world of Twitter and (in)Courage. In addition to running a stellar blog, Amy is also a mamma to a little guy who stole her heart. I am happy to share her story today, and hope that you will take a trip on over to her page and show some love!
I hear little feet running around above me. It’s pretty constant, but for years something
I wasn’t sure would ever happen. Today it’s post-nap time and the sun is
starting to hide already. It’s been a
rare November day, probably the last of our Indian Summer – near 70 here – so
we celebrated by getting a happy meal for lunch and then hitting the park.
lunch. The mama held the little guy
about 4 months old on her shoulder just beyond mine. He was a total cutie pie who cooed and cried
a couple times. My little guy didn’t
care for the crying much and said that the little baby was disturbing us in a
restaurant. (Notice how loosely I’m
using the term restaurant here as he
dined on his happy meal.) I told him that everything was fine, that’s
just what babies do – even he had cried in restaurants. I couldn’t say that he had done the same at
that age because I just didn’t know. I
wasn’t even sure if he’d been in a restaurant at that age. He wasn’t mine then.
and look at the river. It was calm and
sunny with leaves floating. Truly a
beautiful time that I was so glad we had chosen to take in. Often we just run past the slow and the
beautiful – the non-event. I had lots of
non-event time that I should have taken advantage of instead of fighting for
the future so hard.
sliding and swinging. The latter has not
always been the case. For years we’ve
gone to playgrounds only to leave the swing set with tears. I wondered if the first time I put him in a
swing was the first time he’d ever been in a swing. Was it terrifying for him? Did he love the swings, but I wasn’t the one
who he expected to be swinging him? It
was a question to which I could never know the answer.
back-and-forths, MY little guy loves to swing.
He runs and hops on the seat on his tummy to fly, he sits on my lap and
squeals, he asks me to push from behind the “highest ever”. It’s new and he loves it. It’s a transition that was a long time coming. Much like this life we’ve all made together.