With my passion of writing comes my passion to find meaning
in things- even if it isn't always there.
Being a parent has taught me that sometimes, I just need to take things
at face value.
Exhibit A: The other
day while Chase and I were walking outside (holding hands of course, because
frankly, he isn't going to want to hold my hand for much longer so I need to
take advantage of it now.) Chase looks at me and says, “You can always be my lady.” As I attempted to hold back tears of simple
delight, I looked at my little guy and said, “I will always be your lady.” Then, looking directly back at me he says, without
even blinking, “Yeah, my lady who always eats my snacks.” (Chase:1, My self-esteem: 0)
Exhibit B: Chase and I were in the living room playing
blocks, because I mean what else would I be doing on a Friday night? Out of nowhere Chase says, “Mommy, you are on
my side.” Thinking this was some sort of
relationship epiphany, I replied, “I will always be on your side buddy, no
matter what I will be by your side. You
can always count on me.” He then looked
at me and said, “No, you are on my side of the blocks. You are blocking the red
block that’s mine.” (Chase: 2, My self-esteem:
(still) 0)
Exhibit C: The other morning I got sick and was throwing
up. (No. It was not morning sickness as
my father so kindly asked.) I must have caught a flu bug. Cory was on a guy’s trip so it was just me
and Chase at home. I was in the bathroom
sitting on a children’s stool with my head in the toilet (I was a little happy that
I had a child that required a stool to reach the faucet because the stool came
in handy and actually made my puking experience a little bit better than simply
sitting on the cold tile). Chase had
followed me into the bathroom. He laid
his tiny little hand on my back and patted it.
In between hurling into the toilet I thought, Wow, my child is so sweet. He is trying to make me feel better. Moments later Chase asked, “Mommy,
if you are puking who is going to turn on Scooby Doo for me?”
(Chase: 3, My self-esteem: 0)
My self-esteem had one hell of a week.
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