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The night I was magic
One day, way too soon for my taste, my daughter is going to say ugly things to me that I know she doesn’t mean. She’s going to be on the other side and I’ll wonder how long it will last. She’s going to want anyone and everyone except her mother. I know it won’t last forever. And I want to tell my future self that now.
Because tonight, March 22nd, 2007, I became “The Mommy.” I’ve been the mommy for a few years. I’ve been there to feed her and rock her and change her. I’m there to teach her and help her get her shoes on, even now when she yells, “ME DO IT!!!” I’m there every morning she wakes up to hear her little voice say, “I awake! I slept good!” But tonight, I became The Mommy.
Tonight she woke up from a bad dream and called out for us. She cried, wanting to be kissed and her back rubbed. She screamed and when Daddy came racing up the stairs and in to her room, there was no consoling that would make it ok. He was daddy. She wanted The Mommy. She wanted me.
I went upstairs in my waddling way, and climbed in to her bed next to her. I asked her what’s wrong and what she needs. She giggled through her tears and said, “Mommy!” I patted her back, rubbed her for a minute. I kissed her forehead and said good-night, I love you, sleep tight.
Then I went out in the hall and cried a few happy tears. I looked at Mr. Flinger. “When did I get to be The Mommy?” I asked. He smiled. It doesn’t matter.
I’m The Mommy.
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Aaaw. I love those moments! (Waddling included *wink*)
So this means I can send you in when my girls are whining for “Mommy?”
Awwww.
Oh stop, stop right now. I am tearing up and I have no raging hormones to blame them on.
Awww how sweet is that???
I can’t wait until I’m The Mommy. Or at least until Evie can actually say “mommy” instead of “Ma! Ma! Ma!” and she only does that when she’s mad at me over something. Ahhhh, nothing better than an angry toddler calling your name…
Congrats on being the Mommy! It must feel awesome!
Enjoy it now!
I’m always The Mommy with Anya but only rarely with Lily. Those moments are awesome.
Awww, how sweet. Isn’t it nice to be THE one, the only one they want sometimes? Lately I’ve went to get her up and she tells me “No! Daddy!” which is fine when he’s here, and much harder when he’s not, of course. I know though that there are plenty of times when only I will do. Sadly, lately it always seems to be when I’m feeding the baby.
I cannot WAIT for these moments in my life. Being “The Mommy” will surely make all the sleepless nights and frustration melt away (at least a little bit).
There are wonderful magical times when it really feels wonderful doesn’t it?
Yay! There’s no substitute for The Mommy!!! You’re her one and only…
Um. Yea. It’s great, y’all. And I was all warm and fuzzy thinking happy mommy thoughts rubbing my belly when I went to bed. And then two hours later, “I WANT MOMMY!” and again two hours later, “I WANT MOMMY!” and again an hour after that…
Mommy wants sleep. It was wonderful at 8pm. Not so much at 4AM when Mr. Flinger rolls over and says, “Uh, you ‘de mommy.”
OH well. This is a job full of both ups and downs. Just no sick or vacation pay.
Yeah…it’s amazing how those teensy tiny ever-so-fleeting moments of pure beauty can carry us through all the absolute shite that the rest of motherhood flings at us at 3am.
so sweet!
Times two!
It is nice to be wanted… sometimes! like you say, alot nicer at 8pm than at 4am!
that’s so sweet
awesome post Les! I would be crying if my own daughters were not currently making me insane. Maybe later.