Last night when I came home from work, we had a quick dinner and my girl wanted to watch Dora on my work laptop yet again. Not wanting her to be used to the routine, I encouraged her to play with us. This takes a lot of work on top of a very hard day at work, and I could very well turned on Dora for her and left her to watch by herself so I can have a few moments of peace on the couch to rest by growing belly. But, I was determined to break a growing habit, so I crawled myself to the floor mat and ushered her to me to play with blocks and read books. One thing led to another, her dad was beside us and we were practicing color with the ball pit. Soon enough, she had forgotten about Dora and we were having a grand old time, and next thing we knew it was time for bed.
I do love nights like these where I am reminded that a little effort goes a long way. Not only does it break up bad habits, it also really does leave lasting impressions of childhood memories. I know because I remember what it was like as a kid when I had nights like these. They are still imprinted in my mind to this very day.
A lot goes on within these four walls of our house, and I honestly can say without a doubt that there are three very happy people (soon to be four) who occupy its space. This is our home, and this is our family. No one else is responsible for making it a good one, and our darnest effort is really paying off...our girl is thriving in her environment, and she's a happy little girl who knows she is loved.
I am confident that the child growing within me will feel the same when he/she makes his entrance into the world. God knows that he is already so loved in utero.
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