I’ve been working on a post that is just not working, so for now I’ve abandoned it altogether.
It’s been a week. The following was a high point. Enjoy!
I’m in the kitchen making dinner when Wallace, the five-year-old appears with a piece of paper and a pair of scissors.
Wallace: “Mom, could you cut out a heart.”
I do as I’m told and hand it to him. He disappears. A few minutes later he returns with the heart and a red crayon.
Wallace: “Can you write, ‘I love Vivi’?” (that’s me, though I’m usually “Mom” to him)
Once again, I follow his directions and return the crayon and heart. He’s focused so I resist the urge to grab him and soak up his preciousness.
A few minutes later I see him at the dining room table and he’s trying to cram the heart into a much-too-small envelope. He sees me and quickly puts the heart behind his back.
Wallace: “No peeking!!”
I convince him that I didn’t see a thing and go back to making dinner.
Seconds later he appears in the kitchen with his hands behind his back.
Wallace: “Here, Mommy. I brought you a surprise!!”
Naturally when he presents the heart (he abandoned the envelope) I enlist my award-winning acting skills and act completely astounded and delighted as if I never knew this was coming. I’m great at this stuff. I went on and on about how thoughtful he was and how much I loved it.
Wallace: “Whew….I sure am glad you like it. I’ve been working on it ALL afternoon!”
When they’re grown and gone I won’t remember all the things they peed on. These are the moments I’ll remember, and I’ll miss them so very much.
Happy Weekend, friends!