and then it hit me.

I was trying to get the breakfast dishes cleaned up, oy, so many of them, and really, it was just a few scrambled eggs and toast so how come there are 8 bajillion dishes anyway?  As much as the stupid dishes needed me this morning, someone else needed me too.  More.  Augh, I just wanted to finish cleaning them up and get them out of the way, compartmentalize and then move onto the next thing of my day.

I promise, I told myself, that I will focus 100% on you guys as soon as this is cleaned up!   


"Isla, Isla baby, I will pick you up in ONE minute, just let me get this put away!" I sidestep the baby reaching up for me.  She cries harder and puts her arms up, trying to catch my legs.

And then, like some mystic voice from the ether of a million mothers from times long past, I have the realization:  She won't be reaching for you for long.  Soon she will be walking away from you more and more.  Soon you won't be able to simply scoop that tiny child up into your arms and feel those little hands cup your face and nestle her head under your chin.  All too soon she will be grown and you will wish you had just left the dishes.  


I picked her up.

Don't grow up too fast, my baby