Sunday Thoughts|Shift

There's always something.

Always something important that I've already procrastinated doing for hours (*cough* DAYS *cough*). Dinner that everyone else has eaten that's getting colder and grosser every time I reheat it. Always one phone call, one email, one text away from another thing. But I don't care what I'm doing, when my son lays down next to me, puts my hand on his head and starts moving it around, silently saying "Rub my head", the world stops. My son wants his mom to embrace him. Love on him. Comfort him. There's no food delicious enough and no list long enough to keep me from dropping it all for him. 

This is all new territory for me. Growing up an only child caused me to be able to get away with being pretty selfish. There was never anybody I had to share or really compromise with. That was probably the biggest adjustment to motherhood. I couldn't have everything my way anymore.

But that's the thing about having kids-that priority shift wasn't painful. I didn't exactly embrace it with open arms initially, but I learned to. Having a child doesn't mean that nothing else matters. Nothing else matters as much. I still have passions, goals, pain, joy, struggles, To Do lists, and food waiting to be reheated for the 4th time, but when my baby boy needs his mommy, the world and all of its struggles that have been breathing down my neck fall away, if only for a few minutes. 

This kid is my Kryptonite.