Her little chubby legs and sticky fingers grabbing for my hand, have been one step behind me all day. “With you?”, she asks.
In the kitchen, she sits on the rug and waits for me to finish the dishes. In the bedroom, she sucks her index finger and waits for me to finish making the bed. “With you?”, she asks again. “You are with me,” I respond.
We do laundry and pick up puzzle pieces. We dust and move furniture around. “With you?”, she asks with each chore.
We eat dinner and I give her a bath. I put her in new pajamas, the ones with the mermaid and hearts and she smiles. I carry my last baby to the couch and we snuggle before bed. With her finger in her mouth, she looks up and smiles and says “This with you,”.
This kind of with you. The kind where I sit and snuggle and put her first. Where dishes and scattered toys don’t compete for my attention. She had followed me around the house all day, longing for that one on one time on the couch. Paitently waiting. No whining, just waiting.
My little shadow just wanted me. And I had made her wait all day.
Chores and the yard full of other people’s kids consumed me today. Somewhere in the middle of this day, I missed her cues.
Greenley didn’t want to join me in what I was doing, she just wanted to join me. She just wanted me.
How freeing is that?
As I put her to bed, I remember that just me is all the Jesus wants, too.
And how much more freeing is that!?