My friend Lindsay from Domesticated Working Woman is guest posting for me today! She is an awesome new mommy who lives close by and has a wonderful perspective on unplugging.
Living in the south I never thought I would experience an ice storm. Boy, was I wrong. And, with that ice storm came fallen trees, downed telephone poles, and a loss of power for four whole days.
Having an infant, I immediately started stressing…
How will I pump?
How will I warm a bottle?
How will I keep him warm?
Then I started to think about what Mary did. She certainly didn’t have a pump or bottle warmer or furnace to care for baby Jesus.
Admittedly, I spend a lot of time on social media now that I am home all day with my little boy. I take pictures and upload them to Facebook and Instagram. I read through Facebook and Twitter when up in the middle of the night feeding him. Ironically, these things were not my concern when the power went out. Going without them did not kill me or even hurt me a little bit…
It did put some things into perspective though.
The time that I’m spending editing and posting pictures, is time I could be soaking in with my little man.
Rather than focusing on capturing the right angle, I should be focusing on the way he kicks and stretches when I lay him on the changing table, the sound of his laugh, the way his eyes light up when I tickle his tummy. Those are the things I don’t want to forget.
I spend so much time looking at him through my camera lens and I need to spend more time just looking at him and soaking it in.
I’m grateful for technology. It allows me to share images and videos with family that are far away. I can capture moments so that years from now we can relive them. But, it can be distracting.
Since being forced to unplug, I have made an effort to leave my phone and iPad outside the nursery door. When I’m up in the middle of the night (which is rare now) I look and listen and embrace my little boy rather than read up on the latest news or celebrity story. Rather than video taping every tummy time session, I get on my tummy and just get down to his level and observe. I’m thankful for the things that making taking care of him more convenient for me.
There are so many little moments that we miss when we have our eyes on our plug-ins.
I don’t want to miss them. I want all of them stored in the original harddrive God gave me; my memory. Years from now when I’m old and my eyes have failed me, I will have those memories.