Leonard Pitt, on simple moments.
If you love your little one, love holding them in your arms, have to resist eating them up because they’re so edible, then get down on the floor. Sit on the floor, lie on the floor, stretch out, get on all fours. You’ll become a magnet. They’ll lean, sit, crawl, climb, and fall all over you. You’ll roll around with them in your arms. And best of all, you get to steal lots of kisses.
The intimacy is delicious. The lessons they learn about trust and love are invaluable and will last a lifetime. Once you’ve spent time on the floor with your little one, sitting in a chair with them in the room feels, well, almost unnatural. The separation feels strange, off.
One day I was babysitting. I couldn’t get my grandson Miles to nap. He kept climbing out of bed. So I laid down on the living room floor. He came over, climbed onto me and stretched out like I was a bed. He laid quiet, still. After a minute or so he slid down onto the floor next to me. I put my arm around him. He laid there for a minute or two, his head inches from mine with eyes open staring straight into space. Slowly his eyes closed. He put his arm around me and we both fell asleep.
The sweetness is beyond compare. Get down on the floor.