Her Words

Perhaps I got my Mother's Day present early this year.

This morning as the babe, the little guy and I were driving to school, my daughter and I were having a discussion about all the work we do around our house and how we can try and get out the door more quickly in the morning.  I was flustered as my children hadn't been listening to me when it came time to head to the door and put shoes and sweaters on.  I was blathering on about being late, again.

I then proceeded onto the topic of how the babe can help us so things can move along a little smoother in the morning.  The conversation then moved into discussing how my husband, otherwise known as "Papa," works hard so we can have food, clothes, and a home.  The babe then chimed in, "Yeah, Mama.  And you do all the work except going to work."  And yes, by going to "work," my sweet girl meant "the office."

I went from being strung out and flustered to melting in one second flat.  How insanely beautiful is that?  I did not plant the seed so she could deliver a line like that.  She did it all on her own.

And for the first time this week, I felt really appreciated, if only for a minute.  It's almost as if she knew how badly I needed to hear that.  Because being a Mama is hard.  And it is moments like those where I stop questioning whether or not I am doing the right thing by being a stay-at-home-Mama right now.  And that clarity, however brief, will hopefully fuel me until the next kind word, gesture or acknowledgement comes my way. 

Hopefully I will be able to compose a reflectinve and inspiring post for Mother's Day this Sunday, but in case I don't, I leave you with this:

To all you great Moms out there who take care of business, Happy Mother's Day.