G and I are early risers. Early. We both woke up around 5:30am this morning. I gave up trying to go back to sleep and so did he, apparently, when he crawled into bed to snuggle with me around 6am. We had a whispered conversation. I treasure these moments. Here’s a snippet that I’m sure I’ll never forget:
Me: G, I am so proud of you and how well you are doing with no tantrums and no crying and such good behavior!
G: I know. I love having a mommy like you.
I’m pretty sure I choked up in that moment. Then a million thoughts went through my head. Quick, freeze this moment in time! Snapshot! Wait, what did he say? Will he ever say it again? Oh my, it’s made this whole painful year worth every single miserable second and I love him so much I’m not sure I can stand it. Is it ok to eat your young because you love them so much? Is that what God means by an all-consuming love? He loves having a mommy like me. ThankyouLordthankyouLordthankyouLord!!
It’s. All. Worth. It. Even if he never said those words to me.
A friend recently asked on a discussion page “Tell me about a time you came up on an obstacle that seemed impossible. How did you conquer it?” My reply? I usually freeze, freak out, then attack it ferociously. Mama Bear is an understatement.
“I love having a mommy like you.” I’m going to remember this so when the difficult days come, and they will, there is a reminder that morning always comes again.