Ever since I can remember, Sunday mornings and Wednesday evenings have been hard on our family. It was that way during my childhood and my mom always said that it was the devil trying to keep us away from church and worshipping God. And I know that my mom was right.
On Sunday mornings we struggle to get everyone dressed, fed and out the door by 8:30 a.m. so we can get to Sunday school on time. On Wednesdays, I teach children’s choir and have adult choir rehearsal at church, so I usually leave the house around 5:00 p.m. TC normally comes home at 5:00 on Wednesdays so I can get to church on time without waking the boys from their naps and getting them to church with me.
But last night, he couldn’t get home, so I brought them with me. I had to pack a bottle for Hayes and snacks for Hudson and get both of them up from naps and change their diapers. It’s not a huge deal, but we can’t just hop in the car and go. They always do fine at nursery drop-off. After children’s choir, TC met me at church to get the boys (and swap cars) and take them home before I went to adult choir. Otherwise they would have been at church until 8:00 or 8:30.
Well. I got the boys out of the nursery and waited in the lobby for TC. He came walking in and started putting Hayes in his car seat. Hudson was so excited to see his Daddy. Then I told everyone goodbye and started walking to the choir room. Then Hudson decided to lose his mind.
I could hear his cries getting louder as I walked away and kept waving goodbye. I told him I’d see him later. Then his cries got even louder and I was all the way in the next building and could still hear him crying. I sent TC a text and told him that I could hear Hudson and this was his response.
I started thinking that I should just leave and get home to him. What if he was upset with me? We spend all day, every day together, but he wanted his Mommy and I wanted to be there for him.
When I got home, Hudson was still up. He was very excited to greet me at the door and wanted to show me all kinds of stuff that he’d been up to. I was laying his clothes out on his bed for the next morning. He hopped up on his bed to where we were shoulder to shoulder. And he put his arm around my neck and leaned his head on my shoulder and simply said, “Hey, Mommy.”
Seriously. It broke my heart. How sweet is this precious little boy?
He melts down and freaks out over things and challenges us every single day, but his sweet little heart is so pure and so genuine. His expression of love is so sincere that it’s impossible not to stop everything I’m doing just to scoop him up into my lap to kiss his little face and tell him over and over again how much he is loved.
I’m glad I didn’t leave church tonight when he was so upset. He got over it. He always does. Minor issues turn into major meltdowns when you’re 2 years old.
But the reward that comes from seeing Hudson start to interact with Hayes or when he runs up to give a hug and just tell me he loves me? Those things just remind me that he’s growing up and he’s maturing. And maybe I don’t really want him to. Wishing away the “terrible” part of being two also means wishing away the sweet parts of being two. And I just don’t want to move on. Not yet.





























