“Mommy, can I have a drink?”
“Mommy, he took my toy?”
“Mommy, he hit me?'
“Mommy, where is my drink?”
“Mommy,...”
“Mommy,...”
There are days that I just to change my name. To hide in the closet just for 10 minutes of
silence, golden silence. Even as I write
this post, I cannot count the number of times I have been interrupted. Some days I dream of the days that I can
shower without breaking up a fight or that I can take a phone call and actually
complete a conversation with a friend.
But then I take a step back and realize that all these interruptions to
my day mean that I am needed. And do I
really want to be not needed...well, maybe for 5 minutes in a row...but the
answer is no. Honestly, there are 12
hours at night that I am not needed and by morning, I miss them. I am ready to be needed.
Then the real truth comes out.
The little hands take out all the toys at once are the same
little hands that hold tightly to my fingers in a new situation.
The arms that hit and fight are also the arms that are quick
to hug my neck when they sense mommy is have a hard day.
The mouths that are always asking for more are the same
mouths that say, “I want to wear red today mommy to show everyone that I love
you.”
The bellies that always need food also give the greatest
belly laughs when tickled.
The little legs that run from me when they are in trouble run
to me when they fall and I become the best doctor with a simple kiss.
The truth is that I need them too. I need their smiles. I need
their hugs and kisses. I need little
people to show me the benefits a good belly laugh. And I don't get to be left alone and still be
the hero of their day because we took a trip to the dollar store. One day I won't be their hero. And one day a kiss and a tickle won't solve
the world's problems. Right now, this
day, I need to be needed. So despite my
desperate desire to hide under the bed some days, I refuse to wish these days
away.
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