I’ve watched the movie “Up” about 4,000 times. That is not an exaggeration. The first time I watched it I was pregnant with Colin. I might have cried. Might have. Hormones.
Turns out, despite the fact that I’ve watched it over and over and over again, I’ve failed to really listen to it. It’s always on in the background- a placeholder for me to get things done around the house. But yesterday, as Colin and I enjoyed a lapless cuddle on the floor, I was touched by a quote by Russell:
“That may sound boring, but I think the boring stuff is the stuff I remember the most”
Preach, Russell. Preach.
I have to try and remember sometimes that my life is not my blog. I would love for you to think that, but it’s not. My life is not always Pinterest or Instagram worthy. My life is yoga pants and the miracle of DVR. But you know what? It is those “boring” moments of being a stay at home mom that I remember the most. I need to stop whining about useless contractions, being tired and achey and just take in these last days of my time with my first baby. And sure, most of that time will be “boring” stuff: Building blocks, cajoling naps, negotiating school outfits, imitating plane noises, making “sammiches” that are then thrown out whole, because now someone wants yogurt instead. But hearing his sing song “Thank you, Mommy!” and “Lub you, Daddy!” I’ll try and remember that these boring moments *are* life.
My life. And I love it.