Call me Mama

After a really long day of lots of playing and not enough napping,

 all River wanted to do last night was sit at the kitchen table and eat dinner 

-- with me.

I admit that it took me a while to figure that out, from what can best be described as "wailing and gnashing". Once we worked through the elimination process and figured out he didn't want to sit in his high-chair, that he wanted to eat his chicken nuggets at the table, he kept pointing to the chair and saying "mama". 

So I sat as he hungrily ate his "chickies" dipped in Ketchup, and I felt my heartbreak a little because it dawned on me, my son needed me.

I need to remember to Slow Down;

 to Take Time to Love on River,

  to Not get caught up in the pursuit of "getting things done".

When River says my name, when River calls me "mama"

THAT is my greatest calling.

Mother.

The Calling I should happily and speedily drop all things to

 Answer and Fulfill.