The Little Memories

I’m trying hard to capture the little things I want to remember about being a mom.

Today, I found our middle son in the living room, reading Percy Jackson, hunched over the book while he twirled his hair between his pointer finger and thumb. He was wearing my black Birkenstocks.

He steals my shoes all the time. He slips into my slippers, he walks in my Crocs, he snuggles into my sweaters. I don’t know why he does this, but I love it.

He loves to wear Daddy’s Crocs, too. He loves to wear our hats. I have not yet asked him why he loves to wear these things. I don’t know if he would have an answer. I think he just feels comfortable in our things and takes them as he pleases.

I hope to remember this always. My little man, walking around the house, taking things as he pleases, finding comfort, and feeling great.