Do my dishes really matter?

                Last night I carefully put my sleeping son into his crib. Then I quietly tiptoed out of the room, my mind running down the list of all of the things I was going to get done. The first thing on my list was to tackle my kitchen. I would start with the dishes. The moment my hand hit the water, I heard my son begin to scream his head off. It was his “I’m extremely tired, but I need someone to rock me because I’m going to stay awake, as long as I possibly can.” cry

                Immediately I got upset. “Why can’t he just go back to sleep?” I thought. My mind raced to all chores and tasks I needed to get done. I started thinking of all the things that probably wouldn’t get done, unless I stayed up late after my son finally fell back asleep. But this would mean I would lose a few much needed hours of sleep. I knew my husband could not rock him. My son did not want my husband. He wanted me. When he is tired, he wants his momma. When my husband tries to rock Ezra to sleep, he cries and stares at me, until I pick him up.

                So, I found myself walking to my son’s crib. Of course, I was still grumbling to myself, and thinking of all the things I needed to get done, but couldn’t. When I picked up Ezra, he immediately stopped crying. Then he looked at me and smiled. Then I started to feel bad. Here I was annoyed, and he just wanted to be near me. He just wanted me to hold him.

                So, I sat with Ezra in the rocker in our living room. I began to hold him close, rock him, and sing softly to him. He smiled and snuggled close to me.

                I began to think:

                Wow, I need to change my attitude!

                My son won’t be this small forever. He won’t need me to rock him forever. When he gets older, he probably won’t think he needs me at all.  He won’t always want to be near me.

                Unfortunately, my housework will always be there. But my son will not.

                As I looked at my sweet son, his eyes now half closed half gazing at me as he snuggled close to me, I began thinking…

                This is a moment I should cherish, not grumble about. This is a precious moment. Last night I resolved to not be so task oriented. Sure things need to get done, but these things should NEVER become more important than the people in my life. When my son grows up, I do not think he will care about how clean my house was or how many things I was able to get done. He will care about the time I spent with him, all those times I was there when he cried, the times I played with him, and made him laugh.

                What are you making a priority? Are you making tasks more important than the people in your life?