Nathaniel is rather active when I put him in the crib for a nap or for the night. He looks at me, kicks his legs in excitement, talks (now it’s “Bah bah bah bah bah”), rolls, strikes the crib railings with his feet, and fiddles with the toys hanging on his crib. I love listening to his noises and movements over the baby monitor. There is so much action going on in his bedroom even after I leave that I wish I had a camera planted in his crib so I could see what he’s doing.
What’s funny is that after 15 to 30 minutes of noisiness, the sounds suddenly vanish. It’s like, out of the blue, Nathaniel just passes out from tiredness or something. That’s when you begin to hear either his heavy breathing or his nose whistling. Though I’m relieved he sleeps so much—because it gives me the much needed break—I have to admit, I miss him so much after a couple of hours that I can’t wait to see him when he wakes up. A mother’s job never gets old—no matter how habitual everything is from one day to the next.
Monday, Lee is back to work. Of course, that’s a good thing. But it’ll also be sad that he won’t get as much time to spend with the family as he has the past few weeks. What made me cry is that upon his discovery that he was hired last Tuesday, we sat together to pray and thank God for his grace and blessing upon our family; while we shared about what we had learned during these past few weeks, one observation Lee made was the change in Nathaniel’s behavior toward him after just a few weeks of extra hours with his son. My eyes grew watery when I heard that Lee could see the difference time could make with his son. And I tell him—speaking from experience from my own childhood—a Father’s Time is the best gift he can give to his son. I hope, as Lee begins his work and enters a life of busyness again, that he will never forget the connection he made with Nathaniel in the early part of this year.
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