A window view
We like to look out the bedroom window together. My son and I. It’s a tradition I started when he was about 4 months, and he likes it. Or maybe it’s just a ritual at this point. Is there a difference for him ?
It goes like this: I hold him in my arms, and we look out the upstairs window together. I talk about the trees, birds, cars, building and people that we see. He likes to grab the swinging pole that I use to flip the blinds up and down. I know he’s sleepy when he rubs his face in my shoulder. We do this before each nap during the day and again before bedtime. And then we move into the next stops of our pre-sleep ritual.
When I think of rituals and traditions, it brings my mind to traditions I grew up with. I remember my father and I asking each other, how much do you love me? And the other replied, while holding our arms up and open “I love you THIS much!”
I recently found this mouse keychain that I’ve had, well, since forever. And I wonder, which came first, the mouse or our saying. Ah, it doesn’t matter. The memory is what’s valuable.
When I think about how my family looks in the future, I envision us building so many traditions together. It warms my heart. I’m excited to think of all the regular activities we’ll do together, that we’ll grow to love together and repeat over and over again.
It’s impossible to believe that my sweetness will be 8 months old on Sunday. I love him THIS much.
Oh my god! I remember that mouse!
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You do? That’s awesome. Did you have one too? I just found it recently, pulled it out of a storage box and put it in the baby’s room.
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No, I had a different one, but I can’t remember what it was. I never saved it. How sad.
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That’s surprising, since you have a backpack you’ve had since you were 15. 😉
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Funny! I think I finally gave it away when we were packing up in CA. I don’t believe it came to NY.
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