My son keeps me on my toes and laughing. An hour after I had tucked him in for nap-time today, I kept hearing noises from the bathroom upstairs. After I heard the noise a third time, I went upstairs to investigate. What did I find, you ask? Brady laying on the bathroom mat picking fuzz!
I asked him, “What are you doing?”
He replied, rather sheepishly, “Nothing, just picking fuzz, I do not want to nap!”
I replied (trying my best to hold in the grin), “It is nap-time. Go get in bed and go to sleep.”
As I shut the door, I could not help but laugh–there are books and toys in his room just waiting to be played with, but apparently, “picking fuzz from the bathroom mat” was the winning opportunity today! Ha ha ha!
It makes me wonder, though…
When do I decide to “pick fuzz” instead of engaging in something more meaningful?
When do I miss what is right in front of me that holds so many possibilities?
(Personal Note: What does Brady have to teach me about the world of fuzz and why he is intrigued in the first place?)
I want to visit the world of fuzz!
You and me both, Mark! It was a moment in parenting…I was thankful for my sense of humor.