Scene: Another typical evening at home, post-dinner.
G is cleaning the kitchen, O is playing legos and I am trying to get a haphazardly-wiped down baby into her pajamas on the living room floor.
S is having none of it and log-rolls around the carpet, trying to flail her way out of the outfit. She wants to climb on the coffee table. I want her dressed. I persist. She cries.
I mockingly sympathize with her “Oh…I know, I’m so sorry…it’s so rough”
More angry wails. I stuff her robust arms into the fleece sleeper.
“Oh…I know, I’m a terrible person”.
“Don’t say that”, O says very seriously, suddenly looking up from his toys.
“Don’t say that – that’s not nice about yourself”. He really meant it, staring at me with furrowed forehead.
I looked at him with such surprise, gave him a big bear hug and told him that was the nicest thing anyone had said to me all day.
Some days, you just need to hear – even from a four-year-old – that you’re alright.
You are alright! Love reading and relating to your blog………even if it was many years ago for me.
Never gets old, does it…now there’s grandkids to bring it all full-circle!
And this is why I love O!!!!
You gotta love these mindful boys 🙂
Ditto on what Linda said, Pal- I’m proud to know you’re out there being an awesome Baba! And, since four-year-olds are almost without the ability to say inauthentic niceties, kids got cred!
Thanks! It’s awesome to be part of a community of parents who are doing it together and keeping their sense of humor along the way 😉 Thanks for the support – it’s super appreciated!
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