I think only a mama can get emotional over dirty socks. Prior to being a mama, all they were to me was an annoyance from my husband who thinks they belong on the floor by the bed.
Now the mama part comes in...my oldest son has taken a liking to laying on my side of the bed and watching cartoons. He will go in there when he gets home from daycare, point to the "illow", say "Mama, down!", and then point to the tv. His next task is to take off his socks which he places right infront of my alarm clock. I currently have 3 socks there--another mama phenomenon, missing socks.
I was laying in bed last night looking at the small pile of his socks and starting getting tears!!! Yes tears?!?! It dawned on me that almost two years ago I had no concept of him growing up like he has...of course I knew he would never stay a baby, but wow... the time really does fly.
It's moments like these that I do not want to forget later in life...how something like dirty socks made me cry, that these are the moments that can never be replaced, and what that little pile reminds me of--snuggling with my baby watching cartoons.
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