“You are so mean!” She yells, and then adds “So so MEAN”. She stomps upstairs crying. I sigh and roll my eyes.
My day had been busy. It had ended with
a call to Gene reminding him that we forgot we had PTF that evening, and the
decision that I would be the one to go.
Quesadillas were fried, and flopped on the table. I started eating without telling anyone, because
that’s how badly I wanted silence (plus I was running late).
I had sneaked into the gym late, and casted my votes for the fundraising
committees. (It’s simple, if you don’t know the candidates, always vote for the
person who’s name has a nice ring to it)
I had come home and thought my days duties were done. It turns out that my duties are never done,
and I keep forgetting that lesson.
I had been short with her, I admit. I
gave her attitude that said, “My stuff is so much more important than your
stuff, and I don’t have time for your stuff anyway”. When a mom gives a little attitude, it is
returned to her in three-fold, another lesson I keep forgetting.
So while she was taking a bath, I went in and made my things right with
her. With red swollen eyes she forgave
me, and understands that moms get grouchy too sometimes.
This morning it is all forgotten. While
I was combing her hair she was telling me about the boy who is always hugging
her. “Every time I walk by him he hugs
me, everybody knows that he likes me mom.”
So life keeps unfolding, and I know someday I will look back on these times
with such nostalgia, and wish I had been more patient, more loving, and not
been so overthinking about
everything. I know that in our family we would be lost without forgiveness,
it makes everything go around.
That was my Super Tuesday, How was yours?