The other day I was having one of “those” days. I was tired of the play wrestling and real wrestling the boys were doing. I wasn’t feeling well, and yet couldn’t take a sick day. Lily was whiny. The boys were whiny. I was whiny. And more than once I thought “I am not cut out for this! I’m doing a terrible job today.”
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day!
Oh wait, wrong story.
By about 4:30pm, I was collapsed on the couch, counting down the minutes until Nick would be home (about 60 minutes from then), and just letting the kids destroy the house and whine in my general direction. Pretty soon Ty was curled up near my head, saying something about wanting to make my hair look beautiful for his wedding that night. Chase soon joined us on the couch and before I knew it, I had three little hair stylists “fixing” my hair.
At one point, Ty looked at my tired face (I assume it looked tired anyway) and said “Mommy, your skin is yellow, and your moles are brown.”
I laughed, because how can you not laugh at the bluntness of a kid?
Then he said “You’re perfect! And I’m perfect too!”
“Yes, sweetie. You’re right. We’re both perfect!”
The boys continued styling my hair, and discussing how beautiful I would look for Ty’s wedding that night and it was so very therapeutic. A little rough at times, but therapeutic just the same.
10 minutes later, Ty grabbed my face and said “You look beautiful, Mommy!” and planted a kiss on my cheek.
I’m pretty sure my eyes got watery.
Then they might have watered even more when his brothers followed his lead and all told me the same thing and gave me a kiss. That sweet moment was my ray of sunshine on what had otherwise been a rather stormy feeling day.
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Later that night, I posted the following on Facebook and Twitter, and it seemed to resonate with a lot of moms…
Loved this post! 🙂
Thanks, Rebecca 🙂
Wow. Beautiful. Moments to cherish forever.