Mom Jean Confessions: This Morning I Watched You

Mom Jean Confessions: This Morning I Watched You

This morning I watched you.

I watched you sleepily raised your arms up at me in the dark of our room.

I watched you lay your head down on my shoulder as I carried you down the hall.

I watched you bat your eyelashes at the sunlight peaking through your window.

Mom Jean Confessions: This Morning I Watched You
Mom Jean Confessions: This Morning I Watched You
Mom Jean Confessions: This Morning I Watched You

I watched you snuggle closer in the nook as you drifted in and out of sleep.

I watched you smile up at me as if to say “good morning mama.”

I watched you toss and turn, fighting the urge to wake up.

Mom Jean Confessions: This Morning I Watched You
Mom Jean Confessions: This Morning I Watched You
Mom Jean Confessions: This Morning I Watched You

I watched you curl your toes and search for warmth under your blankie.

I watched you stare back at me and utter your first words of the day, “Mama.”

I watched you crawl to the end of your bed, searching for your favorite book.

Mom Jean Confessions: This Morning I Watched You
Mom Jean Confessions: This Morning I Watched You
Mom Jean Confessions: This Morning I Watched You

I watched you clutch your book and smile as you began to read to yourself.

I watched you crawl into my lap and melt into my arms as we rocked a little more.

I watched you climb down to go looking for your baby to snuggle.

Mom Jean Confessions: This Morning I Watched You
Mom Jean Confessions: This Morning I Watched You
Mom Jean Confessions: This Morning I Watched You

I watched you hold your baby with such love as you carried her to the breakfast table.

I watched you sit up like such a big girl, eating your blueberries with your baby by your side.

Mom Jean Confessions: This Morning I Watched You
Mom Jean Confessions: This Morning I Watched You

And that’s when I realized it. How much time do I spend waiting instead of watching?

Waiting for the cries in the night to inevitably wake me up.

Waiting for the pitter patter of feet to be carried back to bed.

Waiting for the protests that follow.

Waiting for the tossing, turning, and kicking.

Waiting for you to climb out of bed, again.

Waiting for morning to come too soon.

So this morning, I watched you, and I saw what I’d been missing. The small moments in between the mundane. The blessing of a child to call my own. The adoration from a tiny human who wants nothing more than to just be seen and loved. Without all the waiting.

Mom Jean Confessions: This Morning I Watched You

Mom Jean Confessions: This Morning I Watched You

8 thoughts on “Mom Jean Confessions: This Morning I Watched You

  1. Rowena says:

    This is such a good post and something I needed to read. I have a three year old and work full time so a very busy life. Today I’m making sure I take time to watch my beautiful little one too. These ordinary moments are so precious. P.s.your little girl is such a cutie.

    • CammeoH2T@gmail.com says:

      Oh I totally hear you – I worked full time out of the home when my son was little and it was so hard. I felt like I missed a lot but at the same time when I did see him – I made sure I didn’t take it for granted 😊

    • CammeoH2T@gmail.com says:

      Thanks! I know – I keep hearing this from moms of older kids and I always try to remind myself to slow down and just watch them while they’re little 😍

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