Was having a day where the kids were saying “Mom! Mom! Mom!” non-stop. And fighting. And whining. And crying.
I was cleaning toilets. I’m often an angry cleaner. haha. McKenna comes around corner…
“mom?! MOM?! MAAAA-OOM”
In a mean/irritated voice, I snapped “Whatttt??!!”
She didn’t flinch
“I just read this book! ALL by myself!”, holding up a little red beginner book.
My heart sank, and my knees became kind of weak.
What kind of Mom was I becoming?!
I sat down on the edge of my bed and opened my arms up to her and said,
“McKenna…that is so great!! You are such a wonderful reader!”
I hugged her tight.
“Thanks, Mom.”, while in my arms.
“Honey, I’m sorry I snapped at you when you first said my name. Sometimes I just get tired and cranky, but that doesn’t make it right”
“Oh it’s ok. But you have stinky breath!”
The thing about kids…
They’ll never reject a long/tight hug from you and all of your love and attention. They just soak it up like little sponges.
Another thing about kids…a genuine apology goes a long way with them. They know/feel when you are truly sorry, and they don’t hold grudges. They just want us to be happy. They really just want to please us. They are sometimes that simple.
I need to remember, I’m not the only one who has moments like this. We should be more ok about admitting our humanness so we can move forward.
I love kids. I needed this moment to happen.