Posted on | March 20, 2012 | 8 Comments
Yesterday was kind of a rough day around here. Poor Arlo is getting his two top teeth, and they look huge and terribly painful. Arlo has also realized that by screaming very loudly, he can get a (negative) reaction out of Sullivan. Most of the morning was spent with Arlo squealing and Sullivan bursting into tears.
So after naptime, I strapped the boys into the stroller and forced a walk. Sully went kicking and screaming and yelling, “Help, Mommy!!!!” so much that I was almost certain the neighbors were going to call CPS on me. After some arguing and bribing with granola bars, I finally had both babies loaded up into our massive double stroller and began the walk around our neighborhood. I turned up Pandora and started walking. We recently gave up our gym membership to save some money while we’re paying a mortgage AND a rent. I miss it desperately, but not as much as I’m happy to have the extra money at the end of the month. So I try to get the most out of a long walk with two babies.
Sully talked and pointed things out and pretended to feed Monkey Man his snacks. About half way through our walk, Arlo decided he had enough. I wasn’t ready to head in yet. I get very little time for myself, and sometimes the babies have to come along with me. So I’ll be damned if I was giving in yet. I felt myself growing impatient and annoyed.
Doesn’t Arlo understand how much I need this? Doesn’t he realize how beautiful a day it is and how great it is to be outside?
I know. Really rational.
Then, I heard Sully say, “Oh no, it’s okay Beebab. Don’t cry,” and looked down to see him holding Arlo’s hand.
Here I was annoyed at Arlo fussing, and my two-year-old was more worried about helping him calm down. BOOM. Lessons from a toddler.
We headed back inside after making our rounds, and I worked through the nighttime routine alone. Taylor had to work late and was home right before bathtime. He took over with the boys as I finished cleaning up dinner mess and toys from the day. I heard Sully yelling upstairs.
“Great,” I thought. “He’s fighting bedtime. This should be fun.”
Then I heard Taylor say, “It’s okay, buddy. We’ll go tell her.”
Sully padded down the stairs and ran towards me. Taylor said to him, “Sully, tell Mommy what you wanted to say.”
Sully smiled up at me and said, “Mommy’s pretty. Mommy, a kiss?”
Oh my. I’m pretty sure my heart melted into a puddle of mommy guilt for all my annoyances that day. This kind of sweetness is unreal. I have no idea how anyone could have such a kind, gentle heart as my biggest. Yes, he can be a pain in the hiney. Yes, he can be a difficult, normal two-year-old. But at the end of the day, all he wants is a big kiss from those he loves most and a promise a story read to him.