8 Bowls of Oatmeal.

Time is precious.

So, I've become very protective of my time.  I have learned that it is okay to say no to

favors 

and programs 

and extra practices.

To more commitments.

To meetings.  

And to PTA.  

And it is okay to do nothing but watch little fingers explore cupboards, and watch as little eyes widen at the touch of a fuzzy caterpillar, and sit back and enjoy the sounds of gurgles and coos and smiles. 

There is nothing wrong with doing less.  

Because I realize that before I can even blink, my little baby girl with the chipped tooth and toddled walking will one day be walking out of my home.  And into her own.

And so, I've learned that using my time to do things like fill these eight bowls of oatmeal is enough.

It just is.