I was going to rant and rave about what a harsh week this has been, being super sick myself and the two littlest getting pink eye (from were?) and a million other little frustrations that have put me into a rotten funk...but then this happened.
I am cooking dinner, stewing about how lame everything seems at that very moment, how monotonous my life seems to me sometimes (mostly when I am pissy) lost in mean thoughts, and grumpiness when my oldest child gets out this little piano, sits down by the kitchen and starts singing "Riah is a flower" (yes, he calls me Riah most of the time) He's repeating this over and over and pouring himself into playing that piano, pounding away, shouting out the words. Then he stops, looks up at me with his big blue eyes and says, "you like my song Riah?" Yes baby I do, I am now rapidly feeling guilty for feeling so frustrated with them moments earlier. Then he launches into a new song "Riah is beautiful" he adds in some other words, most of which I don't understand, you know cause he's rockin it, then comes back to his verse "Riah is beautiful", then as an afterthought adds "Riah is a flower" a few times, does a little piano number and finishes in style. Then asks his now famous question "You happy now?" Oh my Bubu, you are just the sweetest. You always seem to know when I need a pick me up. You always make me reflect upon my self and make me want to be better, improve. Be the mom that you deserve. So my harsh and very trying week, that had me wallowing in self pity has ended up leaving me with this thought. It's the little things that matter most, the sweet kind words, and how wonderful that my son has learned this. I must remember that he learns through example, and so that means..."snap out of it girl!"
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