I think my morning's events may be equivalent to one. Maybe. Unload out of car seats, reload into car seats, rebuckle escapees, fetch the book you threw in the front seat, feed one, wipe the other, repeat. Several times.
I went to get a new inspection sticker [failed for an expired license plate registration, UGH so I have to go to the DMV?!!], went to the bank, picked up a prescription, went back to the bank, stopped at the post office, and finally came home where I contemplated leaving the kids bucked in their seats with the AC on while I'd lay on the cold tile for 5 minutes in peace. Don't worry, I didn't. I took them out, fed them lunch, and dumped their precious little bottoms in bed for nap time. Then I stepped over the toys and laundry, made my way to the computer and BAM here I am. What a winner I am, huh?
Well, I suppose I'll do a little writing here and then get onto cleaning the mess. Then maybe I'll take myself up on that vision of laying on the floor with no interruption for several long minutes, although I reckon my bed would be more comfortable than the floor.....
Did I just say reckon?
Well I wanted to write about a little girl who brushed my hair this morning.
Her interest in that was
She was a little distraught although she diverted her disappointment with the realization that Mommy has long hair for miles and miles.
So she asked to brush my hair [which meant I had to untangle it from the nest on top of my head for her to even slightly be able to run a brush through it].
I don't have any photos, and I wouldn't dare get up to grab my camera or my phone for some because the moment was too pure, too sweet.
She was tender as she "brushed the hair away from my pretty face" and she was gentle when she'd run into a missed knot. She was full of admiration at "my beautiful long hair that could make miles and miles."
I felt so appreciated and loved. Sometimes I think as a mother, as a wife, as a daughter, sister, friend....woman you can feel so under-appreciated. I do sometimes, anyway.
I have times I feel as though I pour myself into so many people, people who have not, do not, and would not reciprocate.
Sometimes that's a lonely feeling, and although you know you're loved sometimes you don't feel that way.
But this morning as I sat in my tee shirt on the bathroom floor and let my little girl run a brush and her fingers gently through my long, tired, brown hair I felt so loved and valued and appreciated.
There was a little 3 year old behind me adoring me for about ten minutes until I had to interrupt my beauty session to retrieve Gideon from Scarlet's kennel.
It was precious, and besides doesn't it just feel so good to have your hair brushed?
It does. I think so.
So yea. Got all mushy when my girl brushed my hair.
Plus I got like 3 complimentary compliments.
On another note, my boy's favorite food has been declared.
Yea, he ate a grown man's serving!
Can you blame him? Lasagna is pretty awesome.
and lastly, would you like to see our magic flower?
I took pictures of it every two or three hours yesterday and each photo looks like a different flower.
That's magic, ya'll.
He makes beautiful things!
Have an exciting weekend friends!