Yesterday was one of those days where it was just busy. In the morning Leah had her 3rd grade Sunday School service that she got to participate in leading. (In case you’re wondering? Totally adorable and tear-inducing.) So we did this:
Then it was off to a quick lunch and back home for nap time. Ah, nap time. Then up and awake to go visit my mom and then come home and get ready to have dinner with my MILtastic and Jacktastic.
At the end of the night, as I was lying in bed, it occurred to me I didn’t really get to hang out with the kids very much – and that made me a little sad. It’s no one’s fault, just the consequence of a busy schedule not entirely under our control.
But, then I realized that every day is Mother’s Day around here. I have some ridiculously cute and energetic and silly and challenging and sweet and loving kiddos. I am lucky that my current job affords me the luxury of working out of my home office (otherwise known as my bed). We have a great dress code here – Jeans on Fridays, but Jammies all the other days. You should try it.
Every day they let me know that I am part of the center of their little silly world. Most weeks I get little handwritten notes addressed to me with almost intelligible messages in them all ending in “I love you, Mommy!” I get hugs every day. I get kisses and giggles and the occasion “crash” from Benjamin. I get love.
Yesterday I got a special poem from Leah that she did at school:
Thank you for helping me when I need help with my homework,
For always giving me comfort when I am afraid,
And for letting me go to my best friend forever’s house.
Thank you for reminding me to wake up when I didn’t set my alarm,
For taking care of me when I am sick,
And for picking me up at school.
Thank you for always making me laugh,
For driving me to a really fun birthday party,
And for a new backpack when my old one killed my shoulders.
I know I don’t say it enough, thank you, Mom, for just being YOU!
Oh, silly girl – It is I who should thank you.