Waiting...

Meera will be 3 months old tomorrow. As I'm typing this, she's sleeping (or napping) and I'm waiting to give her a bath.

It seems as if my life is spent waiting on (for) her. Waiting for her to wake up, to sleep, to eat, to bathe... and in the long term to roll over, to crawl, to walk...

I read a poem recently that reminds us to live life in the moment and enjoy each day. I try to remind myself of this each time I find myself 'waiting'. Already 3 months have flown by so quickly and before you know it, she'll be rolling over, crawling, walking and one fine day leaving the nest.
So reminder to self: enjoy the here and now!

Besides, everyone seems to tell me that as they (children) get older they sleep less. So with that in mind, shall make the most of the time I have while she sleeps.