My first two posts were depressing.
And some days are just that, depressing.
I spend quite a bit of time in my car crying. In the shower, crying. In bed, crying.
But what I really need to tell you is that the joy this little boy brings in to my life far outweighs any of the negative stress I put on myself. All my tears, my stress, my struggles – it all stems from the unknown, from me not knowing if I am giving him my best, not knowing if there is an activity we should do or a toy I should buy that would help.
Every morning when Lennon comes downstairs (at least lately) he has a ritual.
- Move his mini trampoline out of the corner and in front of the fireplace.
- Find his big red semi truck
- Carries his big red semi truck to the aquarium
From there he waits for me to turn on the aquarium lights so he we can say “Good Morning Fish!” (truth be told I actually say it, not him, but he likes it)
I love this moment of the day. He loves his fish.