One of my favorite things is watching John enter a room. The more crowded, the better (though the vast majority of times I'm just in the kitchen or in my bedroom folding laundry). He will look around for a bit and may even look a little confused. I wait until he finally catches sight of me. His eyes light up and he gets a beautiful smile and I see him say: 'Mom!' I get down to his eye level and he runs to me, puts his arms around my neck, and I swing him around in a circle while he laughs.
I love it.
One of my favorite things is taking walks with Dom. He will tell me about his latest interests and we guess what teams might win the current tournaments. We may discuss various current events and he will ask what I think about things. I know he is processing it all and I hope that he knows that he can come to his own opinions. He is a people pleaser, so I try to push him to do what he wants and not what he thinks we want. When we come to intersections, he picks up his pace and grabs my hand to make sure we all cross the street together safely. Sometimes, he just keeps holding my hand.
I love it.
One of my favorite things is hearing William explain how he decided to do something. Sometimes it is the order he chose to do his schoolwork, or how he did a math problem, or how he cleaned the bathroom, or how he developed the intricate game he played out in his imagination. He is extremely thorough and if he even miss-speaks slightly, he will go back and correct himself. Nevermind that absolutely no one knows that he miss-spoke. At the end of it all, he will look at me with his dark eyes and want to know if I agreed with his process. He is so earnest and he always wants me to validate his conclusions with a "Right, Mom?"
I love it.
One of my favorite things is seeing Molly meet new friends. And she meets them everywhere we go. She will talk to anyone...which is a little scary. Though, the vast majority are other small sized girls. She will cheer them on and lavish compliments on them. I like to overhear these girls tell their moms about their new friend "Molly". Recently she helped one girl get over her fear of falling in a sack race by saying she had fallen over "200 TIMES!"...but she was still going to compete. At the end of these brief relationships, Molly will tell me how many new friends she made. I will tell her that I love her and she quickly replies: "I love you MORE!"
I love it.
My favorite thing is being a mom.
I love it.
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Being a wife and a mom --- what more could we ask for.
On another note --- your comments about Molly reminded me of a little girl in San Antonio. Li'l Opa was asking her daddy about bus schedules and the little girl looked at me and said, " I like your skirt." It's a skort with lots of pockets --- maybe that was why.
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