Do you ever have one of those moments where you breathe a sigh oh so sure that everything's right the way it is? I just had one of those moments. It's fleeting, because then you move on to the next thing and the feeling slowly glides away.
This morning I pulled out the Moby wrap, which we never really used because managing it as a fumbling new parent with a fragile new baby was overwhelming. When Rowan was an infant, he really didn't appreciate it (probably because we were fumbling). We splurged on an Ergo, loved it, and put the Moby away. But we are going on a 6-hour airplane ride pretty soon, and I'm thinking that long spool of stretchy fabric might be helpful on the flight.
I watched a few how-to videos (seriously guys, this baby wrap contraption is long) and put Rowan in it. He smiled up at me like it was a fun new game. He soon fell asleep while I prepared breakfast. We ate, readied our things to go hiking, and I made a gift-wrapping shopping list.
While I was choosing the clothes I'd change into after Rowan woke up, he stirred and switched the position of his head. I looked down and covered his head with the wrap, and bambeholdtheangels! That supermom feeling, or that moment of lightness, call it what you will. Uttered, it sounds like: This feels so right.
I looked into the mirror and realized that a.) I don't say that enough in my life, b.) S should take a picture of me feeling that all is right in our world, and c.) I should be blogging. So he did and so I am.