At some point between when Aiden needed a bottle to where he learned to get his own drink from the refrigerator, I stopped caring about what movie I would see Friday night. And I guess between the sleepless nights and the cry-it-outs all the way to 12 straight hours of rest that come along every so often - I forgot about who I was going to meet at the mall.
After a long girls weekend, we had some quality family time Sunday night. Aunt B came over for dinner and we enjoyed the sunshine while Aiden rode and crashed his bike all over the yard.
Instead, I told everyone else to be still and calm, and just let him get up. It may appear that I accomplished this very easily, but every time, it is a total battle for will power.
It's the ability to know the cries that I have heard countless times over, the ability to trust that Aiden knows where and how to find me whenever he needs me, and the ability to love him enough to let him grow a little.