Kick that Hug to the Curb
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.