Tonight I began our bedtime routine normally enough... around 8:30 we start the bath, play for as long as Dylan wants or as long as the water remains warm (whichever comes first). Little man LOVES the tub. We sing, splash, float, wash, and now we walk and climb. Dylan loves to stand up and walk up and down the length of the tub - and I love to help him along.
After the tub, we have started to read to him. Goodnight moon has been our staple for the last few days, but I decided it was too short this evening. Thus, I grabbed The Giving Tree off our bookshelf and settled in for a cozy little read with my baby.
I suppose we never realize the depth of things at each encounter, until we face it again down the line. Tonight I re-read Shel Silverstein's words, and for the life of me, could not stop crying. So beautiful, so meaningful. So right for today's world.
We place such a price on things things things. It's all crap. All of it. I am watching my cat have the best time she's had in ages with a cotton ball. I asked someone at the toy store what to get a 1year old, and he said it didn't matter, the kid will only want to play with the box.
I hope I am able to convey to Dylan the importance of things not being important. Having the latest this that or other thing is not what defines us. We must find happiness in the little, the mundane, the everyday.
Thank you, Stephanie, for the book, and for reminding me of what really makes me happy.
chels
pax
