Where I'm Supposed To Be

I'll be the first to admit that I often complain about the things that I miss out on or the things that are harder to do now that I have a child. But yesterday afternoon I got a little perspective. X was taking an afternoon nap when I heard him start crying on the monitor. He'd been asleep for a little over an hour and the cry was clearly an "I'm awake but I'm still tired" kind of cry. I went up to his room and found a sleepy eyed munchkin standing in his crib. Normally he stops crying when he sees me, but he just continued. I scooped him up and sat in the rocking chair to give him a few minutes to settle down with his binky. The little man snuggled up on me and fell back asleep. I knew he'd wake up in protest if I tried to put him back in the crib. So, I covered him up with a fleece blanket and just decided to sit there. Sure, I had several other things that I "needed" to be doing, but I realized that at 4pm on an overcast Thursday afternoon this is exactly where I was supposed to be. I was aware of how fortunate I was to be able to sit there in a quiet room with a warm baby in my arms who was smiling in his sleep behind the binky. I am so thankful to God for my son, and for my husband who works so hard for us making it possible for me to be home so I don't miss these kinds of moments.