my boys, august break #30
Boho Boy walking.
Boho Baby skipping.
Last night after tucking Cedar into bed, we cuddled on the couch to finish this film. Boho Boy's forearm has been in some pain from being a computer nerd-genius, so I grabbed some lavender oil and massaged it. I realized that it has been a long time since I have nurtured him in this way. Our energies are so poured into our growing-by-the-second toddler, that at the end of the day, we can barely keep our eyes open. It felt so good to be present with one another last night. While rubbing the knots out of his arm, so many thoughts ran through my head: I need to kiss him more, hug him more, stroke his hair, listen more intently...the way I did before Cedar came into our lives. Between us, it has always been the small sentiments that brought us closer and deeper together. Every single one of my friends that have young children are on this same journey of balancing energy towards your child, as well as your relationship. I am so grateful Boho Boy and I are constantly communicating and reassuring, so that it doesn't escalate to those dark and scary waters of losing one another. I am grateful that we are both patient with this process and don't have a lot of expectations right now. Funny how something as simple as an arm massage will bring all of this to surface. We have a romantic date planned soon. A gift from my parents for our anniversary. I am dreaming of finger foods, sangria, cushy couches and funky music.
Would love to hear how you stayed connected to your partner during the early days of parenting...