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When the rush must yield to snuggle time

by Traci Schumacher on Fri, 01/18/2013 - 11:21pm

This morning I was trying to get my preschooler out the door and on his way to school. It was time to go. Let's go. Out the door.

Stalling and making excuses, he seemed to walk in strategic circles ever-evading my movement toward the door. It was like trying to grab a small speck suspended in a bowl of water. As soon as your fingers close to grab it, it swishes in a different direction. And so I tried to swish my 3-year-old out of the house.

Then he stopped and looked up at me and said, “I think I need to snuggle.” Okay.

So on the floor I sit and he curls up in my lap and I wrap my arms around him. He is still a good size to fit nicely in my lap.

At this moment he is perfect sweetness, and time stops to honor it. There is no hurry as I bask in the luxury of snuggle time, knowing full well these moments are numbered. He strains so hard to be big and bigger, but to me it's happening so fast.

My purse and keys rest patiently on the floor next to my son and me. Soon we will race again to beat the clock here and there. But first, we snuggle.

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