April 16, 2002
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Small.
It is the small things that make my life worth living on some days.
Spent most of my night disentangling my daughter's sweaty arms from around my neck and avoiding the drool spot on my pillow. There are three other pillows in the bed, but it's mine she wants. A sleepless night - not much to commend it, except waking up to a soft-lashed round face not an inch away from mine saying 'love you beeg mama'. That's okay kid, you can tangle yourself around me anytime.
We made a cake. There was batter all over the kitchen and ourselves. I flaked batter when I walked. But she mixed and poured it herself. Worth the mess just to see how pleased she was with herself.
Went to the park by the lake for a picnic. Practiced how to swing like a big girl, and mama got her ass wedged in the kiddie swing trying to prove a point. My daughter's helpless glee was worth the momentary embarassment in front of the po-faced matrons any day.
Fed the ducks. Watched my girl gather enough courage to pat a dog all by herself. She was so proud afterwards, she swaggered. Her little bum was positively twinkling with glee.
Managed to road test some tricycles. Decided that we want the one with the silver streamers and the low rider seat and high rake handlebars. She has taste.
Stopped into a cafe to have lunch. We shared smoked oysters salad and a bowl of Pad Thai. I got to actually eat my lunch all the way through. We conversed in a fashion and I learned that Ella likes lollipops and cake and so does Daddy and Mummy has the same water bottle as Mouse and did I know that Elmo had a fish and a telephone. Among other things. I ate my lunch with my daughter.
And a lady stopped to tell me how well behaved my child was. I thought she was just being herself. And that made me feel terrific.
And I got to finish the book I am reading while she napped in the sun. Stretched out on a blanket, my girl curled like a spoon around my back, for a moment I was blissfully and transcedentally happy. And that filtered through today like fairy dust.
Days like these, I know I am doing it right. I tell you, it's the small things that save your sanity.
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Thank you.
You right, it is the small things. Thank's for the reminder. (BTW she's a lucky little girl to have a momma like you
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You are a most excellent mama, Stress.
Lucky you, lucky Mouse.
Sanity is a good thing to have saved. Sometimes it seems that it will never survive doesn't it?
Steve
smooch. I just fell in love for the millionth time with you and Mousey. xoxoxox miss c
It is indeed.
Stress, what a beautiful day you shared with your kidlet. It is the small things.
Oh, that sounds like a great day SM.
Lots of mommy-daughter bonding going on.
happy sigh.
wonderful piece of writing.
Boy isn't that the truth. There are some days my kids are the only thing keeping me going
Darling, i know i know about what you just said and yet i love so much to have someone else make those moments real for a second...it is worth it...it really is. lLower lows..but higher highs..
AMEN. thank you for saying what I feel so eloquently.
stressie that was beautiful; it brought tears to my eyes. love ya.
That was incredibly sweet.
Thank you for sharing with us!
That was perfectly refreshing. Thanks.
Thanks for sharing that. It made me smile, which is no small feat lately.
sigh. what a lovely day. and what a lovely mama and a lovely girl!
Well, this one got a sigh of relief out of me; don't know why..hadn't really noticed I was tense until then. I supppose it does my heart good to know that someone who deserves it is getting a good day out of life. Thanks for sharing it.
I live for days like that, and so eloquently put!
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