If i ever wrote a children’s book that would be the title: Is it really that hard to put on clothes?
And that question is referencing the raising of my Baby Pancakes, age: 19months and 10 days old. That boy has energy for days…i have not been around many nineteen month old boys but seriously, i think my son is a ball of energy. He is one child but with the energy of ten children.
Last night (the last several nights) after bath time, i went to wipe him down and lotion and put on his diaper and his PJs and after several attempts of him engaging in Houdini escapes, i had to finally give in and sit down because: 1) My back was hurting for struggling with him (he is becoming a little heavy), 2) The whole process was futile because i wasn’t getting anywhere, 3) If the diaper is not on, the clothes can’t go on anyway.
So there I was, sitting on the bed as he ran around, playing, running around, laughing, talking, babbling and just having a great ole time. Me looking dejected and oh so tired. And as i sat there watching, i began to marvel at his energy and smiled and shook my head and marveled some more. It hit me in that moment that this is a what childhood is supposed to be all about. Opportunities of spontaneous fun and play. Pure joy is what my son was experiencing and living and enjoying.
Then i forgot that my back was hurting because his joy was so infectious and jumped up and chased him around and played with him…in all his nakedness…just hoping that he doesn’t pee on the carpet and or fall down and hurt himself. I forgot my worries and played.
We played for a good while until he fell on the bed from exhaustion. He was calm enough for me to put on his diaper and clothes. He was tired enough to pick his book for the night, grab his milk and lean in for a cuddle before reading time. He was exhausted that after reading and prayers and saying “good nights and i love yous”, he fell asleep within less than twenty minutes.
As i watched him sleep, peaceful and calm, i realized that: YES, it really is hard to put on clothes but in the struggle comes the easiness of childhood and the ability to enjoy the moments that life is comprised of: joy, play, laughter, love and happiness!
I am glad i have my 19month old to teach me to relax and enjoy in the small moments.