You’ll not understand this post unless you have kids who are about 4 or older.
Remember how I told you all how I purged a ton of Gracie’s and Trinity’s stuff last week? Well, this morning, Gracie was desperately searching for her beloved stuffed My Little Pony “Pinky Pie” and then proceeded ask me if it had been donated. I told her I didn’t donate any of her MLP’s and she insisted I had. Turns out, I do remember stuffing a stuffed pony into the trash bag with a bunch of other things. I was thinking of the hard plastic MLP’s. I guess I didn’t know how much she loved it, but Chris confirmed it was special and that it shouldn’t have been given away. She cried and cried when we told her it was gone.
I couldn’t handle it. I went up to the thrift store, talked the lady into going with me into the back of the store, and digging through refrigerator-sized boxes until we found Pinky Pie. I even told her I would buy it back, but she smiled kindly and said that happens all the time, I’m not the first mother she’s seen come in to retreive a child’s treasure. Sigh. It smells kinda like the thrift store now. Gracie went to bed with her tonight. I don’t think she’s ever going to let her out of her site again.
…the things we do for our children…
Okay, and the topic in my moms group the other day was parenting, and how to be better moms. There’s this girl in my small group who was talking about how great of a mother she is and kept going on and on about how she’s never felt bad for the way she talked to her son, and how she’s never lost her patience with him, how he’s never made her feel crazy or out of control, that they’re so close and in love. Oh–and how she never feels overwhelmed with the housework and just couldn’t understand where we were all coming from. So I ask her how old her child is…
wait for it….
wait for it…
a year! He’s ONE year old! LOL Yep. Life was simple with a baby who napped twice a day and couldn’t walk or talk yet. I didn’t say it out loud, but I was like, Oh you just wait.
Don’t get me wrong, I love being a mom. But some days, on the playground, when I hear for the thousandth time “mooooooommmmmmy!” I hope that it’s someone else’s kid who just sounds like mine.
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