All three of my children clambered into my bed at 5:45 this morning. It was entirely too early – the sun hadn’t come up yet and I was still groggy.
As the three of them tussled like playful puppies, I tried to cajole them into going back to their own beds without having to get out the covers myself. A futile task, really. My middle kiddo piped up “but this is my favorite place!” and it stopped me mid-sentence.
This is her favorite place. Not the Princess Breakfast at Disneyland. Not the shark tunnel at the aquarium. Not her best friend’s house, the beach, the duck pond, or Legoland. Not Nana’s house, the rose garden, or the ice cream shop. Not the pool with the water slide, the zoo, or the Polar Express. Not the donut store, the cowboy park, or the splash pad. Not Great Wolf Lodge or a snowy sledding hill.
Snuggled in with her mama, brother, & sister is her favorite place, but it won’t be for long.
I let them snuggle for another half hour before getting everyone up to start the day. I have a feeling looking back, it will have been my favorite place, too.
Disclaimer/Reality Check: I was still grumpy getting up – mama needs sleep, favorite place or not. This column will be about motherhood, parenting, and homemaking for the most part. It could be ramblings on aging in our current culture or waxing on about modern appliances being the best thing ever. Most importantly, I don’t ever want this column to make another mama think she’s not doing enough. If you’re reading this, I want you to know that you are, you’re doing great, keep it up. Sing it with me: no-one is doing it allllll!
