Our usual routine is to head outside, and one day last week we did just that. But we brought some friends, and Momma made a chalk train track.
We drew a helipad and train sheds, made a tunnel out of scrap wood pieces hanging about, and even included a drawing of Cranky the Crane.
And the result was a happy toddler and a Momma reflecting for a bit while also playing along and cursing herself for drawing the track so damn big that I had to actually crawl around in order to drive whatever train The Sheriff delegated to me for the moment along the whole thing.
Within those feelings of laziness, I reminded myself that these moments are why God lent this little boy to me. These moments are why He blessed me to be a stay at home mom right now.
This fast-moving, train-loving, helicopter-obsessed two-year old counts on me to prepare his meals, change his diaper, and help him to sleep, but he also depends on me to share passions, invent new games, and play in imaginary worlds where we crawl around a garage on a warm afternoon talking in cartoon train voices and sharing the joys of each other's company.