Bathtime as Meditation

Inhale. Breathe in the humid air. Fill your lungs with that delicious baby scent. 

Exhale. Breathe out a sweet song, a silly lullaby while she chews her toy. Wash away the kisses, giggles and raspberries. Make room for more.

Splash, kick, laugh, rinse and repeat.

Bathtime is our meditation. No matter how cranky, fussy or feisty either of us is, bathtime is the cure. It's our special time of just parent and child. It calms us both.

Wrapped up in a bunny towel and hugged to my chest, my girl is as small and gentle as a newborn. I put lotion on her legs as she coos "ma."

Comb out that downy soft baby hair and look into her eyes. Plant enough kisses on those chubby cheeks to last until morning. It's our ritual, performed by a million mothers before and a million mothers after.