always my favorite part of our day...

I regularly consciously think when Ava snuggles up in that just perfect place where I know her body was meant to fit right next to mine, "This is the best part of today".  I try to stay present with that moment and not rush her into nap time to work on my to do list. I have this little poem memorized from my childhood somewhere, I think maybe my mom had it up in our home but I'm not positive where this memory comes from, I remember reading it on a cross stitch something, I think of it often when we are rocking:

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow

for babies grow up we learn to our sorrow

now quiet down cobwebs and dust go to sleep

I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep

I am tearful as I read that just now, in these days each day she becomes a little more little girl and her babyiness is quietly fading, while I mostly love it, I hate it some too. Motherhood is often a bag of mixed feelings. The true task of parenting seems to be finding pure appreciation for what this moment is. I guess that's really a spiritual task for most of life, parenting is just one of the ways I get to keep working on this.