Happy
Still reeling from the horrific events on Friday, I sat down at my computer several times yesterday to write, but found no words.
I have a 6-year-old. He has chubby cheeks and is the age where he marvels at every new thing he learns. And I can't imagine life without him. Or his brother and sister.
Today, as I was struggling with Will over what to wear to his performance later today (he wants a white tee shirt; I want something a little more festive; festive is not something an 11 year-old boy wants to hear. Or wear.) I became totally exasperated and exhausted by the 'round and 'round conversation/battle of wills we were having. And then I realized...
THIS!
I'm thrilled to be having this confrontation this morning. Elated, even!
Because I know there are 20 sets of heartbroken parents who would give absolutely anything to be doing so.
In a total turnaround, I grabbed him and hugged him and sent him on his way with my blessing. And a slightly wrinkled, too short in the arms tee shirt.
He smiled. Not the smile of a victor, but a smile that said "thanks, mom."
Perhaps he thought he'd won, and he'd be right. He did.
But so did I.
I have a 6-year-old. He has chubby cheeks and is the age where he marvels at every new thing he learns. And I can't imagine life without him. Or his brother and sister.
Today, as I was struggling with Will over what to wear to his performance later today (he wants a white tee shirt; I want something a little more festive; festive is not something an 11 year-old boy wants to hear. Or wear.) I became totally exasperated and exhausted by the 'round and 'round conversation/battle of wills we were having. And then I realized...
THIS!
I'm thrilled to be having this confrontation this morning. Elated, even!
Because I know there are 20 sets of heartbroken parents who would give absolutely anything to be doing so.
In a total turnaround, I grabbed him and hugged him and sent him on his way with my blessing. And a slightly wrinkled, too short in the arms tee shirt.
He smiled. Not the smile of a victor, but a smile that said "thanks, mom."
Perhaps he thought he'd won, and he'd be right. He did.
But so did I.
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