Some days, it is hard being a mom. Especially of tweens. Twin tweens. There is a lot of bickering and emotions and hormones these days. As crazy as it gets sometimes, I am excited when I see my kids’ future personalities coming to the surface. It makes me realize that their dad and I didn’t do half bad getting them to this point.
Some days, my kids make me crazy. They know how to push all the right buttons and right before I get to my breaking point, they do or say the sweetest thing and it makes it all better.
Last week, Mo had gotten up early while I was getting ready for work. I came out into the living room and she was sitting on the couch with our new kitten.
I sat down to put my shoes on and we started talking back and forth. I said I didn’t want to go to work because I had so much to do. She asked me what I had to do and I listed out meetings and reports and other items on my to-do list.
I got up to leave and walked over to give her a hug.
She said, “This hug will make it all better today.”
I said, “But what if it wears off? Can I have another one?”
She said, “It won’t.”
I said, “But what if it does?”
She said, “Then when you come home I am going to kick the hug until it does.”
I bust out laughing and went about my day.
I don’t know whether to be happy that she is so concerned that the hug stay with me or worried that she wants to kick something until it cooperates.
Julia wants to live in a world where Hogwarts is real, dark chocolate is packaged with good books, and houses clean themselves. Until then, she is the divorced mom of twins, blogger, sometimes crafter, traveler, napper, cooker, snail mailer, geocacher, and corporate bean counter.