I didn’t know that we were going to have a moment this morning when I got out of bed.
We ate our breakfast, you and your brother played a game or two on your LeapPads and the phones. We got dressed and brushed teeth. I was thrilled that when I asked you to get into the car, the normal whining didn’t occur.
Then you fell and scraped up your shin. Nothing major, no blood but you wanted a band-aid anyway. I was happy to oblige; that’s a battle I just don’t fight.
That ruined your mood. Everything hurt – your elbow, your armpit, your feet.
After we dropped off your brother, you started whimpering. “My feet hurt Mommy.”
I told you to take off your shoes and I’d stop somewhere and make sure everything was okay. We pulled into Brueggers (Mama needed coffee!) and I checked you out. You were fine…just cranky, an attitude that continued when you realized I was getting a drink and you were not getting a snack.
“Next time peanut,” I promised. “We can have a special breakfast next time.” Then I started kissing your arm and your knee. Your frown struggled to remain. A giggle erupted from your lips.
“There it is! There’s your happy!”
The whole way to school you demanded I tell you not to smile, then your face would light up in this grin that can’t even be explained.
Once we arrived to the carpool lane, you promptly came up to sit next to me. You pulled down the mirror and fluffed your hair as you’ve seen me do a million times.
Then the moment happened.
I started singing “I love you, you love me…”
You joined in and we sang it FIVE times in a row, each time louder and louder.
“We’re a happy family. With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you. Won’t you say you love me to?”
We’d hug at the right time and exchange kisses when instructed. It was simple, lovely and heart warming.
The perfect way to start my day.