By Heather O.
This evening, as J was whining about how much he hates that his 3 year old sister gets away with stuff just because she’s three, I said, “So basically, you’re saying that you want me to barricade her in her room and not let her come out until she’s 15.”
In some ways, I can’t blame the kid. Little Sister has been in fine form this Sabbath day, and has run both me and DH ragged. At church, she slithered her way up almost to the stand, snatched toys from her brother, and insisted on dancing during the sacrament hymn. Now I’m all for encouraging movement, but maybe not during “Jesus Once of Humble Birth”, and maybe not down the aisle of the chapel.
I had to stay after church for choir practice, and miracle of miracles, DH didn’t have to stay to do bishopric work (oh, yeah, did I mention my husband gets to watch calmly from the stand as I try to corral my wild beast? Love that.). He told me that he would pick up the kids from their respective classes, to not worry about it. So I blithely went to choir practice, glad for a little reprieve, and was told by some folks who witnessed the scene that my cherub went ballistic when her father, not her mother, showed up at the nursery door. I called my husband to confirm this, and to check on things, and he said she started screaming when she saw him, and screamed all the way home in the car.
Musta been a long 20 minute car ride.
Tonight, while DH left for more bishopric duties, I literally wrestled Little Sister back into her bed after she escaped from her room, giggling with glee, and walked away from her pitiful wails to my own room to change into my pajamas. When I came out of my room, I hear a tiny voice sniffling, “Momma? I need some loves.”
Since I dare you to find a single mother on the planet who wouldn’t respond to a puffy faced 3 year old with her arms outstretched asking for some loves, I went into her room, caught her in a big bear hug, hugged her tight for a good 15 seconds. When I released her, she sighed happily and said, “I just love getting loves. Your loves make me so happy. I just love you so much, momma.”
You see? You SEE what a manipulator she is? She knows she’s put us all on edge today, and tops the day off with one of the sweetest things she’s ever done.
This is how children live to see another day.
This is why parents have more children.
This is how mankind repopulates itself. Somebody was seriously thinkin’ this one through.
How was YOUR Sunday?
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