As much as I joke around about the kids’ clinginess and stuff, Little Man and Baby Girl really have a love for me that just blows my mind at times. I could do a post about Mother’s Day expectations vs. reality or one about the shenanigans my kids have been up to today, but I’ll save those for later and focus on the sweet stuff.
Little Man is a total mama’s boy. Always has been and, hopefully, always will be.
All. Nine. Realms. I want that on my tombstone.
And now for the toddler…
Yesterday I asked Baby Girl if she knew what tomorrow was, and she asked if it were a school day. I told her that it’s not (and won’t be for another three months — it’s going to break her heart when it sinks in that there is no more preschool for that long), but that it was going to be Mother’s Day.
“It gonna be Mudder’s Day?” she asked.
She wrapped her arms around me and said, “You the best mudder I could have.” I didn’t think she had an inkling what Mother’s Day is, so to hear all that made my heart extra melty.
Yeah, poor Daddy.
Happy Mother’s Day to all you mamas and to anyone else who fills that role.