Blogging our first pregnancy and child rearing, all the ups and downs, tears and laughs and overthinking that not only comes with being knocked up and a new Momma, but with just being me.
Tonight I caught the early train, and so did Dad. At 6:15 we found ourselves all home together. So, we had a dance party. Even Khadijah got in to the mix, squeaking along with her chew toy. As we moved our bodies to the beats, and made your stuffed animals move too, you turned and smiled up at me. Then you turned to Dad and back to me.
“Mama,” you said, “Dada,” you said looking his way, “Dijjy,” you said completing the team. Then, you looked at me again with such simple joy in your face that I felt my heart ache. These are the moments, this is the reason my world revolves around you. Because I can bring you these joyful moments that will shape you in to the incredible being I see you becoming. One who throws off his shoes and dances when the mood strikes.
Later, at dinner you picked up a circular ad and started to read it as you ate. I thought of my Dad, how that was one of the simple joys in his life.
You are, would have been, such a force for him. He would have danced around a room, singing with you, any night. He did with me.
He’s in you. Hold on to that, cherish that, foster it and I’ll help you thrive in his memory. It’s a darn good one.
I love you, and every night of the week with you,