Why I love my job
I made Cooper mad yesterday when, 25 minutes before dinner, I told him he couldn't have a cookie. He told me he wanted a different mom and stormed into another room. I followed him, and said, "Cooper, I really hope you didn't mean that, because I love being your mom."
Five minutes later, he slipped back into the kitchen and half-whispered, "Mom, I think I made a mistake. I do want you for my mom."
I crouched down next to him and replied, "I am so happy you changed your mind, Coop, because being your mom is one of my favorite things, and I would be so sad if someone else got to do that."
Then, my almost-five-year-old put his little arms around my neck, and with tears welling up, asked if we could go snuggle on the couch for a few minutes. When I asked him if he was okay, he answered, "I'm better than okay, mom. These are happy tears 'cause I have the best mom, and because I love you."
We sat together and talked for ten minutes before he wanted to play, and I needed to rescue dinner.
How I adore that tender-hearted, temperamental, heart-melting little boy.
Five minutes later, he slipped back into the kitchen and half-whispered, "Mom, I think I made a mistake. I do want you for my mom."
I crouched down next to him and replied, "I am so happy you changed your mind, Coop, because being your mom is one of my favorite things, and I would be so sad if someone else got to do that."
Then, my almost-five-year-old put his little arms around my neck, and with tears welling up, asked if we could go snuggle on the couch for a few minutes. When I asked him if he was okay, he answered, "I'm better than okay, mom. These are happy tears 'cause I have the best mom, and because I love you."
We sat together and talked for ten minutes before he wanted to play, and I needed to rescue dinner.
How I adore that tender-hearted, temperamental, heart-melting little boy.