is to be a good mother. Yeah an easy task to be sure.. lol. In truth it is probably the hardest and the best thing I've ever attempted. Of course some days are easier than others, like last week.
Last week was Thanksgiving, so that meant I had full days with the toddler. It was great. We hung out, we played, we acted silly, and then we cuddled. Holiday gatherings always mean the sharing of beds in my family. Since getting married I've been upgraded and not had to share a bed with anyone but my husband. Well this Thanksgiving I shared a bed with the toddler for the first time in a long time. It had it's rough moments (feet in the stomach) but overall it was okay with some really sweet moments. The best was the middle of the night hug and kiss, sometimes delivered by a still sleeping little one. I say all of that to say, tonight was NOT one of those moments.
Tonight was one of those moments where I doubt my own sanity because I've said I want more kids. Tonight was a battle of the wills between me and the little one. Literally from the time I arrived at her school, each subsequent step required a fight. Wash your hands, NO. Put your scarf on, NO. Put your coat on, NO. If life were easier there definitely would have been a stand in or someone who I could have tapped into my place or that easy button would really exist. Stupid commercials.
However, that really isn't how life works. So tonight for 45 minutes, she screamed. She screamed about everything. She wanted to be anywhere, but with me. You pick a store, she named it as where she wanted to go. Frankly anywhere would have been better than getting in the car. Who can blame her? She has a set of lungs that wont quit.
At the end, reason and logic prevailed. She put her outerwear on and walked in the house. And for the rest of the night, my sweet baby was there. As I tucked her in, she kissed and hugged and kissed some more. She wanted "lots of kisses" and who doesn't love that.
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