I sat quietly and watched.
I watched as my son, with the body of a boy void of all baby fat, played quietly in the bathtub. I promised myself that I would not rush him, I would wait until he was ready to get out. I would wait until the water became cold and the bubbles fizzed away. Liam would have the chance to really feel the warm water and be given opportunity to create a statue of a dog using only the soap bubbles around him. He whispered powerful plot lines, and gave each character a dramatic voice as they battled with the SDS Pizza cup used to wash away it’s enemies. The sea crashed around his slender legs and slammed into the walls of this tub that was once the size of an ocean to my sweet baby.
As the minutes moved on Liam realized that his bath time was truly his. It was then that he started to giggle. His shoulders relaxed and his play went deeper. He gleefully played for over an hour.
Liam’s life has given me a perspective that I could have never gained on my own. He has given me the purpose to slow down, and be mindful of my moments. Every day I fall deeper and deeper in love with my sensitive, creative and sweet little boy.