Despite my cloddishness, my boys think I'm grand. A clumsy, heavy handed nature is responsible for my unintentional door slamming. The barbaric slam (Seriously, with more vigor than if hoisting a door to a cave.) is followed by my immediate "oops" or "uh-oh" for the obvious disruption.
Even so, my fawning Ernie applauds EACH raucous by cheering: "Dam door" "Mommy dam door" "Mommy dumsy". (Ernie's beloved substitution of the "d" sound for the initial "s" and "c". Maybe for his 3rd birthday, he will get his "s".) He will knowingly slam the door for his own amusement; laughing and bragging "Dam door" "Ernie dumsy" "Ernie dam door". He (Bless his heart) credits all that I do with being a good idea. Beholden is the gift of that innocent laughter and unyielding approval of me. I know I know. Nothing lasts forever.
In the midst of divorce, now, more than ever, my children look to me. "They look to me to see how merciful and generous I am in good times. They look to me to see how strong and faithful I am in bad times. They watch, they listen, and they model. Years from now I want my children to remember a childhood lived well, with a mother who was loving, consistent, devoted, funny, disciplined, playful, and totally present and emotionally available."(Kristin Armstrong)
Soak it all up now and then remind yourself of it later.
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