There are moments of being a mom that we remember very vividly. I'm not talking about those big moments when a child steals home plate or wins an award but instead, those itty bitty fragments of a crazy, insane day when our little one says or does something just so. Something that registers within our mama-heart and locks it away to bring out for a soft smile down the road.
This morning I had one of those moments. Silly. Simple. Locked forever away as a moment I'll never forget as there are so many tender minutes that slip on by. The ATM I normally frequent was down. Of course. Since I needed it. So we went to 'another bank, Zack, just one more' and luckily that one was functioning. Zack had insisted on wearing his boots this morning and was so ready to 'walk, mama?, now, walk?' and it was breaking my heart that we had to ferry around town for a working ATM when all the little lad wanted to do was walk in his boots!
Ok, so we finish at the bank. Then I had to get by the craft shop for the clear bag to insert my silent auction basket into and then we could pause awhile at the library. Zack was so patient. So we get to the craft store and finally, Zack gets to walk in his boots into the store. I get what I need and guide him through the aisle toward the checkout counter when he sees something shiny and has to touch it. Beads. Lots of beads. Strings of colored beads calling to his little hands. He instantly drops my hand and goes to the beads and says things like, 'nice, pretty, look, nice'. They were very pretty and if I made necklaces then I certainly would be in the market for a few strings but I told him it was time to go, so let's go, right?
Here comes the moment etched in me now to recall for you.
Mama: Zack, it's time to go. Come on.
Zack: No Mama
Mama: Zack, we're going to the library now. Come on with Mama.
Zack: I looking...
Mama: Zack.
Zack turns to me, as if I didn't hear him before and says: I looking. No Mama. I looking.
So we stayed in the bead aisle for a few more minutes until he took my hand and said, 'bybary?' Then we went to the library.
I was thinking about this later and perhaps it was Zack's way of slowing me down and also, he had been waiting patiently in the car for his turn to walk in his boots so I guess it was my turn to wait for him. Very cute. Cute like the time when Ben was very small and came running up to me in the aisle at the drugstore.
Mama: What's wrong, Ben?
Ben: The baby is after me! The baby is after me!
There was a little toddler running and smiling after Ben in the store. It was priceless. Ben was terrified. Yep, the little pieces of time forever within us that make us smile. I'm sure you have some too.