Lessons From My Tiny Teacher: Home is Where the Heart is
This Week My Two Year Old Reminded Me…
Lessons From My Tiniest Teacher Yet
By Jorian Seay
One thing most moms can agree on: your little one drives you up a wall! Another absolute we might all acknowledge is these little annoying, imaginative, curious creatures really can teach (or at the very least remind) us of a few fundamental truths. You know, like the familiar, but oft-forgotten “treat others the way you want to be treated” or the foundational “sharing is caring.”
We all have those hilarious, infuriating, enlightening (or all of the above) moments with our kiddos that remind us of these lessons we were taught way back in the stone age when we were little tikes. Here, I share with you teachable moments brought to you by Matthew, my feisty, gutsy, spunky tot who’s taught me a thing or two since he came kicking and screaming into my life! Enjoy, but more importantly, take note.
This week my two year old reminded me that home is where the heart is.
I just spent the past week without my son. New obligations and opportunities caused me to be tied up the majority of the week. I knew this would be the case so last week I dropped Matthew in Kentucky with my mom.
Half of me was doing the happy jig on the inside as I threw my boy and his belongings into my mom’s car! I’m baby free for a week! Yippee! But the other half of me was dreading the coming Matthew-free days. Quite honestly, life’s kinda boring when he’s not around terrorizing the place.
Anyway, I went through the next several days having fun, enjoying life and maximizing my free time. But I have to admit, by day two, I REALLY missed my boy. I missed his laugh, his smile, his hugs and kisses and vivacious personality. I felt guilty for not being able to multitask and take care of work and home for a week. And felt terrible for neglecting him his mommy for a week (thank God for Facetime, Skype and picture messaging). Because although my family is amazing and adores my baby boy—we all know no one can do it quite as well as mommy can.
Friday, I was reunited with my son. We hung out, ate pizza late at night, laughed and sang together and played outside. This reunion will be short lived, as I’m traveling on and off for the next several weeks. And as I prepare myself for yet another goodbye from by boy, I’m even more grateful for every single moment, second and day we’re able to spend with one another. After all, it’s not about the quantity of time, it’s all about the quality. And although we’re currently in Kentucky, hundreds of miles away from our actual house, wherever this little superhero is, as long as I’m with him, we’ll both be at home!