Redundant

Over and over my day repeats. It's like the movie Groundhog Day, with out the different happenings. Most people would think this redundancy was boring, mind numbing or just plain unlivable. Not me, nope, not me. Just the idea that I know for a fact that tomorrow I will wake up, make a bottle and medication for my son, change him, swaddle him, go back to sleep with him for an hour and then change him, play with him, feed him, swaddle.... repeat, repeat, repeat... with time of him in his swing so I can do laundry or dishes.... just the idea, that I know, for a fact how my day will be... is comforting to me. No surprises. No "oh what now?"s I love it. I know that when I peer into the bassinet, Paddy will smile a smile of unconditional love and my day will begin.

Does this make me mediocre? is mediocrity my life's work? I don't think so. I believe that my son, this gift I have been given will do far more amazing things with his life, than I ever did and here I am, snuggling him. Here I am giving him the support, the love that will carry him through life.

So I say, bring on tomorrow's redundancy! I will greet it with excitement!