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Last night while sitting down for dinner of yogurt and microwaved taquitos - it was Sunday! - my daughter leaned over to me, grabbed my earlobe and said, “I’m glad you’re my mommy.” Ohhh! It made my day, my weekend, my week.
My little angel, yes, she wore the angel costume Friday night, was giving me reassurance after a long day.
On Sunday we lounged at home: movies in bed, computer games, a bit of time at the park. But really, I was trying to catch up on housework! I realized I hadn’t done laundry in two weeks. I started doing basket after basket and throwing the clean clothes on the floor. The clean laundry was creeping up to the dirty laundry and it was getting to be the point where I couldn’t tell the difference between the two piles. I had to put clothes away, clean the toilets and the showers (gee - when was the last time I did that?). So really, I was just trying to keep them busy. My daughter helped a bit, but there were times when I tried to put her off. “Mommy, play with me.” Give me 5 minutes I responded… several times. I finally gave up and we went to the park outside. When we came in for dinner, I felt like I hadn’t done enough with them.
Those little words made me shine. And we spent the rest of the evening playing robots and tag in the living room.
