I was (trying) to work from home today, but Drew wasn’t having any of it. I HAD to get some things done, though, so I caved and flipped on a Sesame Street we recorded to use when he has nebulizer treatments. I sat with him on the floor, he was between my legs leaning against me and I heard the familiar song I have not heard in what — 30 years?
sunny dayssweeping the clouds away
on my way to where the air is sweet
can you tell me how to get
how to get to sesame street
Drew clapped, and laughed, and I could smell his sweet morning toddler smell, and his hair was soft under my hand, and I was so happy I just could not contain it, and tears rolled down my cheeks. I gave up on silly work and we laughed and danced together and learned about Being Prepared and about the letter “S”. How lucky am I? Such a sweet, smart little boy. Totally more than I deserve, and I hope he grows up knowing how much I treasure him and how much I wanted him and how I carry my love and thoughts of him with me every single minute of the day.
