Audrey has a new little thing she does.
She comes up to me, hugs me, and says "You are the best(est) Mommy ever!"
Oy. What do you say to that? I just hug her back, and tell her thanks, that she is the 'best ever' too. I secretly enjoy this little outpouring of affection. I need to tape it and replay it when she's older and we are arguing about something insignificant.
Where did she get it from? Her brothers.
"Mom, you're the best" comes out of their mouths every now and then too. Hmm. It's nice to know that the boss likes you.
Even if the only raises you get don't involve money, but sticky, dirty hands on your clean shirt. A footprint on your new white sneakers. Snot on your shoulder. An misplaced knee in your back in the middle of the night. The car behind you honking because the light turned green, but you are busy admiring the sleeping toddler in the rearview mirror and are still sitting at a complete stop.
There are days that I love being the Mom. I never would have thought it was possible, when I was a teenager, and arguing with my mother about something insignificant.
You can bet she gets the last laugh when I share my day with her~