Gabe is in his room for "quiet time". (This is something we do every day. He goes to his room for two hours (give or take) and he can play or nap or whatever he wants, but he stays in his room. I get a break and he learns to self-govern and be independent. Win-win.) I come back inside from checking the mail and grabbing a few things that I left in the car last night and I hear Gabe crying. Now, this isn't something new. Most two year olds don't initially like the idea of being in their room by themselves (surrounded by toys, a comfy bed and a sippy of water or not...) But he seems legitimately upset, so I make an exception and peek in to ask what's wrong. His words are barely discernable amidst his crying:
Gabe: I came in here and I knew I would be good and I was looking for my blankie and then I knew it was lost and now I'm sad because I want my blankie but it's lost!!
Me: Well let me see if I can find it for you. (it's in the living room, I grab it and take it to him) Look what I found!
Gabe: Oh! My blankie! Dank you Mommy! *sobs*
Me: You're welcome buddy. I love you sweetheart.
Gabe: *still sobbing* I yuj you too Mommy.
Me: Okay--I'll see you after quiet time.
Gabe: Okay. *sobs as he snuggles himself into bed with his blankie* I'll see you after quiet time too, Mommy.
It's so cute and a little sad. I'm melting, but I have to stick to our routine. He's such a cute, sweet little boy and I'm so glad I'm his mommy! Parenting isn't always the easiest job. Who am I kidding? It's never the easiest job! But it's OH-so-rewarding! I love my little man more than I could ever express, and you know what? He loves me back. Unconditionally. I'm always Mommy and Mommy gives the best hugs and kisses and no one makes you feel better when you're sad or hurt quite like Mommy does.
My little family is the best part of my day. Best part of my life. This is the hardest job I've ever taken on. But it also pays the best, so I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.