Late at night, I'm peering into my daughter's sleepy eyes. I smooth her hair from her forehead, waiting patiently for her last pre-bedtime preparation to be finished. She's almost asleep as we sit there, and I'm clinging to the last few minutes of my day with her.
"Hey Mia," I whisper, respectful of the night-time calm. "Did you know that I love you desperately and deeply and so, so much?"
Smiling, she nods her head and answers, "Happy Birthday, mama."
I kiss her brow, getting ready to thank her for helping me have a wonderful day. But she speaks before I can form the words.
"Now can you wipe me, mama?" Holding her nose, she continues, "It stinks in here." I dutifully perform my services, and she hops off the potty seat.
Somehow, despite the stinky circumstances, that post-potty affirmation is the sweetest birthday wish of my day.
And that's how I know I love motherhood.
Oh, love it and love you!
ReplyDeleteBWAHAHAHAHA! My mother tells me that she was afraid she would still be wiping my behind in college as I refused to do it myself when I was little. TMI?
ReplyDeleteYou are so right about remembering these sweet moments. They will be over in the blink of an eye!
ReplyDeleteBelated Happy Birthday wishes too-hope you have been having a fabulous birthday week!
Best wishes,
Natasha.
Ha ha - so cute!
ReplyDeletehahahaha! The truest story I think any mother has ever told. So simple and yet very complex.
ReplyDeleteI love your sense of humor and your heart, Sarah.