The Good Stuff
There were days during the time from 18 months to 3 1/2 that I was ready to send LG back where she came from. Okay, not really, but you know what I mean. She tried my patience. A lot. Now, I want to be truthful here, because I’ve seen other kids that age that are just normally thousands of times worse than she was at her worst moment, but those hard times are hard no matter what because you’re not used to them when they don’t happen that often. You know what I’m saying?
Anyway, in the last few weeks, there has been a marked change in her behavior. As in she has become unbelievably sweet. So sweet that I feel like I need to brush my teeth after I experience it. She says shes loves me. She says I’m her friend. She says, “I like you, Mommy.” She even said, “you’re the best in the whole wide world.” Holy cow. I knew motherhood would be awesome, but I never knew how awesome. And there were times during that terrible 2/trying 3 stage that I wondered if I’d live through it. But now that she’s nearing 4? I see this beautiful, sweet amazing little girl. This little girl that I just want to hug and hold on to and sometimes eat her up because she is just that yummy and sweet. And I wonder how I managed to help create this amazing little creature.
It’s not the big things in life that are the really good stuff. It’s not fancy computers and exotic vacations and fancy restaurants. Nope. The good stuff is the feel of a little hand in mine, a smile, a whisper, a little flutterby flitting throughout the house singing the songs she makes up. It’s hugs and kisses and saying prayers together and her asking to “snuggle up”. This next year is the last year that she’ll be home with me all day every day. And I’m going to enjoy all the good stuff - every minute of it. Because the good stuff is simple and beautiful and perfect. And I never forget how very lucky I am to have it.
