I came in here intending to write about my day from hell (beginning with me waking up at 6:50a.m. after not really falling back asleep from B's 4:30 feeding. continuing with my having to wash the same white shirt twice and iron it twice because during the first ironing (of course when i was almost done), something green seeped into the shirt from the ironing board and stained the shirt, causing me to spend over 35 minutes scrubbing it with every cleaning product i have. this stemming from the point of contention that i fit into exactly three nice outfits right now. not where i'd hoped to be seven months postpartum. things got better, then hit hard when i found that the milk i had bought at target - at 7:00 p.m., schlepping both of my kids out to buy milk and ice for bedtime and morning routines because i still do not have my refrigerator- had been opened- not by me... i cried. thankfully, my angelic daughter handled it better than i did, accepting that having juicy juice at bedtime was definitely better than having no milk. after that highlight, my day slumped again when i twisted my ankle, falling down my front porch steps tonight at about- oh 45 minutes ago... it's swollen. i'm tired.) so, i intended on reporting about my horrible day, but after walking past the kitchen, and seeing what i hung up there today, i reconsidered. instead, i will share with you the most precious gift i received today at M's Mother's Day Tea Party at her preschool.
The teachers sat down and interviewed the children about their mothers, and then wrote out the answers on a nicely printed out sheet. they matted this and gave the finished product as one of our gifts. Besides saying that my favorite food was watermelon, a fruit i have probably never eaten in her lifetime, let alone in the last 5 or 6 years, she was pretty right on with my favorite color (pink) and our favorite activities (drawing together, reading goodnight moon, and walking to the coffee shop.) The answer that took the cake, and my heart:
My favorite thing about Mom is: That she had a baby sister for me. (okay, i'm tearing up again. and I'm ending on that note, because really, how could i ever top that?!? <3)
So like you, I cringed at the thought of your terrible day, and teared up at the end. I was just thinking about B, and how I dont' remember what it was like w/out her. That M is so sweet.
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