Pot Roast

"Won't it be fun when she smiles on purpose." "Won't it be fun when we understand her sleep schedule." "Won't it be fun when she does more than eat, sleep, cry and poop." "Won't it be fun when..."

I've caught myself saying and thinking these things the last few days. And those things will be fun. It will be great when we understand her sleep schedule! On that day I will bake a cake and we will all wear party hats! It will be fun when she starts to coo and smile and do fun tricks. The problem is, by saying those things I'm ignoring the present. It would be like if someone made a delicious pot roast and you sat at the table staring at it, hoping for some dessert. There's nothing wrong with dessert but you need to appreciate the pot roast too. After all, the pot roast won't be around forever. Soon, we'll be siting at the table wondering where the pot roast went and wishing we could get it back. 

The point is...these days are few, even though that is sometimes hard to remember. She won't always be small enough to fit in one arm. She won't always just want me to hold her. She won't always be so tiny and helpless. And someday soon when she isn't those things anymore, I won't remember all the crying and the days without adequate sleep. On those days, I'll just wish I had a little more pot roast.