"Massage my neck mama".
He doesn't know that inside my head there is a mental list of about thirty things I have been waiting to do during his nap time. He doesn't hear the little argument I have with myself about how I should be a good mom and take an extra five minutes to massage his little neck and tell him a story as he drifts off instead of worrying about the mountain of laundry.
Sometimes it is hard to let myself slow down and enjoy those little moments with my little guy. Moments that I am sure will be what I remember when he goes off to college and I have an empty nest. Yesterday we were looking at school options for him and I can't believe that in just a year we will be applying for wherever he begins his school career. A year. Pretty soon he won't want me to enjoy those last few quiet moments of his day with him, or ask me to lay with him, read him a truck book and massage his neck, "like this" he says with cute little hand motions. It is the story of a mamas life I suppose. Nothing is more important then learning to slow down and just live. Hopefully he remembers those moments of slowing down as much as I do.