Months ago Lucas and I spent a Saturday or Sunday running around with the kids. Normally we limit our ins and outs because our kids {like everyone else's} are not a fan of multiple stops when it comes to errands. We had stopped no less than four times, and were headed to our last stop, when from the backseat we heard that a truck had been broken, and couldn't Daddy fix it? Daddy, on his last string of patience, told him something along the lines that he broke it, so it wouldn't be getting fixed.
{not a normal thing this Daddy says... . this man totes around the patience of a saint most days, and can fix almost anything that has a wheel popped off, or a bed unattached}
I caught myself reaching to the back, grabbing the truck, and attached the broken piece. We caught each others eyes and snickered, so worn out from buckling and unbuckling, lifting, rushing, keeping hands off of shelves... and he said the magic words to me.
Thank goodness you're the stay at home parent.
A small, yet heartfelt, acknowledgement.
I take them when I get them. Just as he takes every Thank goodness you have a job that you enjoy, and you're such a wonderful provider that comes out of my mouth on too few occasion.
Not every woman is cut out to be a career woman. Not every woman is cut out to stay at home with the kids. Not every man has the drive to bring home the bacon, and occasionally, when asked to, fry it up as well. Thankfully, we are cut out for the tasks at hand.
Last night the kids slept poorly, and then woke up too early this morning. With that in mind I canceled a playdate, and had a few small errands in my head that we could do before an early naptime. As we readied ourselves for the day, we talked about what was on our agenda. My agenda. Fynn was not please. So we threw caution to the wind, and flew by the seat of our snowpants. The morning was spent on a muddy yet frozen playground, with snow boots and mittens and hats. We went with the flow. Not all mothers could do that.
This evening, after a Monday that left me with smiles instead of a headache, Fynn came up to me and put my face in his hands. Looked at me and said with a smile You're a good mommy.
A small, yet heartfelt, acknowledgement. I'll take it.
