A little sucking up never hurt anyone?
Is there an age when a cute toddler learns the art of sucking up? Or is it just naturally built in. Regardless, it can turn a situation in a Mother's heart from sour to sweet in a matter of milliseconds. That's for damn sure.
The other night Trenter had a spazz out. He woke up and freaked. I was in there with him trying to soothe him and calm him. I asked him if anything hurt? Did he need a drink? What his tummy sore? Did he want to crawl into my bed? I sang to him, rubbed his back and massaged him. But still, the response was sheer screaming and crying with a side dish of loud requests for Big Daddy. I was simply trying to help out Big Daddy as he had some homework to attend to. But, alas I finally gave up at being swung at aggressively and let him go and find Daddy.
I guess what stings the most is that it is supposed to be ingrained in your children to always want Mommy... And as much as at times we don't want to be wanted so much, it hurts so much worse when you aren't wanted.
Being pregnant and hormonal doesn't make that wound any easier to cope with.
So, the next morning I went about my way and was still a little hurt from Trent's unwantedness of my attempts to make him better. But on my way out the door he decides to touch the depths of my heart. He says to me "Bye Mommy! I lub you" *sigh* how can you have an ill feeling after that! Not only does hearing someone tell you they love you make your day. But to top it off, it was the very first time I have ever heard Trent say it without it being in response to someone saying it to him.
I have to wonder if he knew I was sad because of our happenings that night? At two and half is he smart enough to know it was time for a little suck up? Was that the ace he had in his pocket just waiting for the right time to play it? Or, was it just a simple twist of fate.
Whatever it was, it was a moment I won't ever be able to forget. It will forever be embedded in my memory. I guess the thing to keep in mind is that as frustrated as him and I were at one another that night it, that alone is something I won't remember in the long run. The "I love you's" on the other hand, will last a lifetime.
The other night Trenter had a spazz out. He woke up and freaked. I was in there with him trying to soothe him and calm him. I asked him if anything hurt? Did he need a drink? What his tummy sore? Did he want to crawl into my bed? I sang to him, rubbed his back and massaged him. But still, the response was sheer screaming and crying with a side dish of loud requests for Big Daddy. I was simply trying to help out Big Daddy as he had some homework to attend to. But, alas I finally gave up at being swung at aggressively and let him go and find Daddy.
I guess what stings the most is that it is supposed to be ingrained in your children to always want Mommy... And as much as at times we don't want to be wanted so much, it hurts so much worse when you aren't wanted.
Being pregnant and hormonal doesn't make that wound any easier to cope with.
So, the next morning I went about my way and was still a little hurt from Trent's unwantedness of my attempts to make him better. But on my way out the door he decides to touch the depths of my heart. He says to me "Bye Mommy! I lub you" *sigh* how can you have an ill feeling after that! Not only does hearing someone tell you they love you make your day. But to top it off, it was the very first time I have ever heard Trent say it without it being in response to someone saying it to him.
I have to wonder if he knew I was sad because of our happenings that night? At two and half is he smart enough to know it was time for a little suck up? Was that the ace he had in his pocket just waiting for the right time to play it? Or, was it just a simple twist of fate.
Whatever it was, it was a moment I won't ever be able to forget. It will forever be embedded in my memory. I guess the thing to keep in mind is that as frustrated as him and I were at one another that night it, that alone is something I won't remember in the long run. The "I love you's" on the other hand, will last a lifetime.

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