You see, as I sat before the glow of the laptop, the blinking cursor and blank page eyeballing me in that challenging way that they do, I was sideswiped by a sudden issue that demanded my immediate attention. My son crawled in my lap, wrapped his arms around my neck, and launched into a hugfest.
Recently as I readied for the new year, I sat down and made a list of my life’s priorities. Little Man was at the top of the list, exactly where he belongs. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately, especially with the recent holidays. The kiddo was out of school for over two weeks, and that meant lots of interruptions in writing. Some days, that meant no writing at all.
Being the OCD creature that I am, I admit to chafing a bit over not getting in daily word counts. I tend to be impatient when interruptions strike while I’m working. However, my priority list has been helping to set me straight these days. My number one job is being the mother to a child who requires a lot of time and energy. He could care less about my word counts or that my writing will get us the kitchen upgrade we need so desperately. He’s not interested in the fact that the floors need to be replaced (circa 1972 linoleum is waaaay ugly stuff, especially when it’s chipping and peeling off the floor). As long as his tummy is full and his bed is warm, the rest is not on Little Man’s radar.
What did appear on his radar today was the need for Mommy to stop pecking at her keyboard and give him hugs. So I did. Sometimes hugs are the most important thing I do all day.
I don’t get a lot of the parenting thing right. I admit I screw up on a regular basis. Little Man eats too many sweets, I let him get away with stuff he should not, and he’s allowed way too much time to play video games. I am a far cry from Mother of the Year. However, I take comfort in one thing: I’m pretty sure I have my priorities straight. The smile on Little Man’s face while I’ve got my arms around him tells me so.