Do you ever have days or weeks where your kids test your patience more than usual? I hope I'm not alone in this. Most of the time, I'm just fine. But every once in a while, I just can't take it any more. Those are the times that my husband gets a phone call on the way home from work, instructing him to stop at Arby's for dinner. On those days, Samantha gets to watch more television than usual. The house is not clean at the end of the day. I do not run errands unless I have no choice. You get the picture.
On the flip side, there are days when I just can't believe how wonderful my kids are. They will just do something to make me think, "I must be doing something right, at least once in a while."
I had one of those experiences this past weekend. On Friday, I subbed for a Kindergarten aide. So, of course, when I came home I started to feel sick. By Saturday morning, I didn't want to move. I just hurt everywhere! At one point in the day, I was laying on the couch with my eyes closed while Samantha was watching a movie. Out of no where, I feel two little hands move the hair off of my forehead and give me a kiss. It was the sweetest thing! I was so surprised, and my heart just melted all in the same moment.
As I've struggled with her this week (yes, I know I'm writing this on Tuesday), I keep trying to remember that moment. She really does like me. She really does care. She isn't here to make me go crazy. She really is a sweet girl. Telling myself this has helped a little, although Michael did pick up some dinner last night.
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