Yes, it’s occasionally chaos. There are days I just want to hide, days when I have a headache or I feel overwhelmed and just can’t arbitrate disputes over crappy cheap plastic jewelry any more. But more and more often, I find myself simply observing the three of them and feeling… happy. Not just happy. It’s a different feeling. It’s pride and success and something more. I don’t feel like I deserve to feel the sense of accomplishment that comes with just watching my children play. But it’s there. Each time Rivka moves another foot forward instead of rolling side to side, every time Deborah tells me she’s “girl Superman” and she’s fighting a monster, every time that Sophia “fixes” her toy sink with the Mjölnir from her daddy’s Thor costume, and every time one of them tells me she wants to be like me… It’s narcissistic, but it fills me with intense joy. With pride beyond words. - See more at: scarymommy/the-happiest-i-will-ever-be/?utm_source=huffingtonpost&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=pubexchange_facebook#sthash.0noqTYvu.dpuf
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 13:14:43 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015