Sometimes it is good for me to just be still. I don't do that well. I like to be moving, running,
starting crafts that I never finish crafting, just doing something. Along with my need to always be moving I often don't let things play out when Crewe is busying himself with items around the house that are not his toys. He loves playing with almost anything that is in the kitchen.
Last night I am so glad I quieted my inner self when he started pulling all of the pots and pans out of the cabinet and carrying them to our bedroom. Typically I would tell him to put them back and shut the door, but typically he doesn't carry them off, instead of my typical response I grabbed my camera and watched and enjoyed Crewe being a 2 year old.
He spent a solid 20 minutes carrying them to the bedroom, lined them up, brought the cutting board into the mix, followed by a book. What followed melted my heart. He started frying up his book in the skillet and flipping it between the pans.
At times I question why I stress myself out in trying to keep up with blogging and then moments like these happen and I am quickly reminded what a sweet memory this will be to look back on, that I would have otherwise forgotten.
Crewe, you always have a special way of reminding me to slow down, watch, be present and enjoy who you are as a 2 year old. It blows my mind how you can, more than anyone else, change my perspective and make it more what it should be.