I try very hard to find balance in my days. I struggle though. I'm trying to find a balance with time...time with Cassidy, time with Dylan, time with Dave, time with me, time dedicated to cleaning the house - pfft!, time for exercising, cooking - oh wait I don't cook, uhm...time for connecting with others, relaxing...blah blah blah you know how it goes.
So alot of the time, I worry that I'm not doing enough with Dylan. I try to make the most out of every minute that he's awake, but sometimes I just can't...you know, when the laundry pile is tipping over, the phone is ringing, insurance bills are piling up on the table and my 2 year old is begging me to color. Sometimes I just can't sit on the floor and work on trunk strength. Therefore, sometimes Dylan is left in his swing to...well...you know, swing. Is that bad? I know that it's very important that I work on strengthening exercises with him, so I feel terribly guilty when I'm not using his awake time to it's fullest potential.
It's just that I do not want to ever regret not doing enough. I do not want to wonder if I could have done or should have done more to help him sit, crawl, walk or talk sooner or better or easier. I want to do everything in my power to help him. I want the best for my little guy.
But then I remember to breathe. This is not a competition or a race. I remember to slow down and enjoy the ride. That is what life is truly about, isn't it? I simply can not control everything...as much as I would like to, haha. Dylan is a baby. First and foremost I need to love him and enjoy him. Which I do. Trust me, I do.
How can you not love a face like this?