may i have this dance?

It's been a bit of a rough afternoon in our house- Josh is gone on the ambulance and Brecken has been so naughty. Throwing crayons, not listening, the whole bit. I tried time-out twice, in our room with the door shut. Well, he has figured out how to open the door, so I had to stand there holding it shut. Two go-arounds of that and all he did was laugh. I was at my wits end. After more crayon throwing, I put him in his room and shut the door- and he must have known finally that I meant business because he didn't try to open the door and he bawled. I was mad enough at that point that I left him there for an extended time-out (don't freak out on me- it was only 5 minutes instead of 2.) while I gathered myself back together. After I was ready, I went to get him. I made him tell me he was sorry and he gave me the biggest hug ever and came out to the living room and was the best helper, picking up his mess.

After we picked up together, I turned on the iPod and we slow danced in the living room. My mind fast-forwarded 20 or so years to his wedding and I imagined myself with him dancing on his wedding day and it made me sad. I'm not ready for my baby to grow up. He's already too big. 2 years old is too old. It will be so exciting, however, to find where his life leads between now and his wedding day. Soon I will be saying I wish he was 2 years old again, tantrums and all.

My mind woke up from my daydream, when he covered my mouth to make me quit singing, and said, "Momma. Milk." Yup- back from the 20-something young man to my 2-year-old-milk-wanting-son; one who is the light of my life, tantrums and all.