Aiden, leaning over August's playpen and reading to him. Totally unprompted. And totally digging it.
He just picked up one of the board books and started reading to the baby. And August, smiled and cooed and kicked in excitement as Aiden read him not one, but two books.
When the story was over, Aiden turned to me and said, "Mommy, each day I'm gonna read him a different book so he could get smarter and smarter." Totally unprompted. And totally digging it.
I've been reading to Aiden every single day since he was, well August's age. (He's got two bookcases overflowing with books and I still don't have enough space for all of them!) Even now that he's in the second grade and fluently reads chapter books on his own, I still read to him. It's our thing. I pick a book one week, he picks a book the next week, and I read a couple chapters of the book to him every single day. I love it because I have his undivided attention, he loves it because he gets to cuddle up with me and listen to my best storytelling voice, and... it's our thing.
Last night, I got to witness him passing on the tradition to his baby brother.
And then my heart exploded.
There are moments when I just want to freeze time... when all is right in my world... when, no matter what else is going on with me or around, that one moment makes everything okay... when I can take a second to not think of all the times I screwed up or all the things that I need to "fix"... when I can take a second to not worry about life and the future and goals and grinding... when I can honestly say -- with confidence -- that everything's gonna be alright...
Last night, I experienced was one of those moments. Because, right there, in that moment, I felt like I was pretty good at this motherhood thing.
Ever have a moment like that?