9 HUGS, 4 children, 5 adults (1 husband, 3 neighborhood friends, 1 waste disposal employee)
Recently at the pediatrician’s office while exposing my fears of whether or not I am parenting my children correctly, the Doctor gave me fantastic advice. “Your only job until the age of 5 is to simply love them and keep them alive.” Oh, hey, I think I can do that. That relieved some of the pressure that I had been feeling trying to be a “supermom”. It’s easy to slip back into that role though and sometimes it takes a simple act of a child to remind you that all they truly need is love. While cooking dinner, planning for Friday’s first day of home preschool and fielding phone calls, I heard my 4 year old yelling, “mom, mom, ma, mom” over and over again. Rather than get annoyed as I had been recently, I stopped what I was doing and listened intently to what he wanted. “Mom, I just got back from my trip. I’m home.” I knew exactly what he wanted so I said, “Oh honey, I am so happy. I really missed you when you were gone.” I then got down on my knees with my arms open wide. His face lit up into the biggest grin as he ran toward me and practically knocked me down. We then repeated this at least 10 more times. His grin never faltered. He was just as happy to be acknowledged and loved by his mom that 11th time as he was the first. Leave it to a child to remind me what really matters in life. The rest of my “chores”, well, they can wait.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.