A Good Kind of Spoiled

Sometimes my kiddo is spoiled…..

but, I’m not going to lie, I am a spoiled mom.

Don’t get me wrong, there are days when I am so irritated with my son, that my hair stands on end all on its own, or I am pulling it out strand by strand. There are days, when the sound of kung fuing, and car driving, and wall bashing, and floor stomping, sword swooshing, and science experiments, and torn jeans and dirty shoes, and dinosaur roaring drives me bat crazy.  We do not live the perfect life by any means, and I am like any other mom out there.

There are days when he is in trouble.

Or I am in trouble.

But honestly, I don’t really think of those days all that often.

There is no room in my memory or mind for that kind tom-foolery.

Because most of the time…..

….the are days like yesterday. When he slaves away in the kitchen making a special treat just for me, even when he doesn’t feel well.  When he closes his door and comes out with a drawing, a letter, a homemade book, or an envelope with a dinosaur from his collection, my proclaimed favorite  (yes I have a favorite), giving it to me as a special gift. When he says I’m his favorite mom.  That he loves me so “mutch.”

And I know he’s little.

He will probably grow out of it.

But, I will take all the homemade letters and notes and drawings I can get.  They make all the dinosaur roaring bearable and endearing.

And really…what a great way to start the year 2013…..loving the little things, and hopefully learning from his gesture, being able hand them out as easily  as he can.

Song: Jason Mraz, Living in the Moment.