Il Dolce Far Niente is Italian for “the sweetness of doing nothing”. I refer back to these words as I think about my son and his simplicity of innocence. It’s not quite capturing what those words mean, however to me I could find greatness and beauty in watching my son do nothing, just being his natural self. It’s finding love in his natural existence.

Every night when he sleeps at night, I give him a kiss on the forehead. He then gives a little grin back, because he recognizes the love that flows from my kiss. Or for the times that I do so, then say “I love you” and he unself-consciously responds “I love you too” in his sleep.

I love his laughter, so genuine. When comes from the belly, I know I’m doing something right in my trials of entertainment.

His little bright brown eyes amaze me. I can see that there’s a whole other world in there. It’s full of love, adventure and spunk.

His excitement thrills mine. I maybe tired the majority of the time, but he keeps me young and selfless.

And when he smiles that crazily beautiful smile, he shows off that cute little dimple underneath his right eye. It’s adorable yet rare.

How he yells “mommy” in his sleep, because no matter if good or bad, I’m included even in his dreams.

His hugs that never stop coming regardless how big he gets, even though I know one day they will.

How I still try to hold him for either of our comfort, then try to compare it in my mind to when he was first born – remarkable.

The random I love yous that he throws to me everyday, throughout the day. Without a reminder, just a genuine act of thoughtfulness.

Reaching for my hand to walk him across the street, however not wanting to release because he entrusts, loves and finds comfort in my holding my hand.

These sweet simple moments occur daily without much response. They are natural pure reactions, the moments as parents that we just engage and take it all in. It’s moments such as these that reminds us that it’s worth the struggles and hardships of parenthood. One day, it won’t be a part of our daily lives or sought out to be the same.

His dimple will still live on, but on a face of a grown man. He’ll still say “I love you”, but without me as priority and on the daily. To hold him won’t be an option. That sleepy grin will go away…So, I’ll take these sweet lil natural moments while they last.


Written by J. Marie

Founder/Owner, Perfectly Imperfect Parents - Single Mom . Blogger . Photographer . Bar Marketing Manager and Bartender . Artist of Frame Design . Part-Time Student to become a Licensed Mental Health Counselor.

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