The Guilty Snuggle

The second my eyes adjusted to morning I realized the sun wasn’t up which could only mean one thing, IT WAS RAINING. I don’t know about you but this momma craves the sunshine. I slowly grabbed my calendar with my “to do list,” and started tackling my day. As a work from home mom I go from dishes, to phone calls to laundry, to emails, and a few “wiping” butts in between. I grabbed my planner, my purse, and my 4-year old Levi and headed out in the rain for the day.Naturally I was running late, as I put the pedal down I could hear a raging fit about to arise out of Levi. I told him that he had to drink water instead of soda at lunch. The scene over the choice was quite dramatic, but as a mom I needed to stand my ground. We finally made it to school to have lunch with Wilson. The fussiness from Levi started to overtake the time I was spending with my oldest. After lunch we returned the car and I needed to make a decision.Levi stopped napping at age 2 but today was going to be an exception. I looked at my calendar, my texts, my messages, and then at Levi. We pulled into the garage, grabbed his blankie. and headed straight to bed. World War 3 was about to commence, but when he realized I was going to snuggle with him, he gently relaxed.At first the wave of responsibility overwhelmed me and the list of things that I was not doing started to make my heart race. I looked over and saw his sweet blue eyes staring at me, and watched as his hand grabbed my face. The guilt of putting life on hold turned to embracing the life God had given me.

He blessed me with 2 sweet boys to snuggle and at that moment I refused to allow the guilt to steal the joy away. I kissed his cheek and watched as he drifted to sleep.

I closed my eyes and thanked God for gently nudging my heart to not let the day run me but to stop and take time to snuggle.