Because your normal might be their magic

To the moms:

I’ve only been in your circle for 15 months, and I know I was a kid for longer than that.  So I remember kid better than mom. Maybe you do too.

I remember tricycle laps on the driveway while mom weeded.  I remember which rocks in my mom’s backyard covered the biggest worms.  I remember picking three plants that I got to plant in my corner of the garden.  I remember a clean house with blankets, pillows and dining room chairs that made perfect forts.  I remember asking mom how to make the lemonade I’d sell to get money for the ice cream truck.  I remember asking what’s for dinner, and being so excited when she said alfredo, steak, or creamed tuna on toast.  I remember always finding clean clothes in my dresser.  I remember how awesome it was when we got donuts at the grocery store.  Or those little boxes of animals crackers that had the carrying string.  I remember lollipops at the bank and the ball pit at McDonalds.  I remember whispering “Can I have a candy, read a book, and fall asleep in your bed tonight?” and hearing yes and being sure it was the best night ever.  I remember summer evening runs to get Italian ice, and I remember jars with holes in the lid for my lightening bugs.  I remember pulling into the driveway after dark and keeping my eyes squeezed shut as I was carried to bed.  And man are those memories are magic.

Did you see the video being passed around Facebook about a mom’s long day – and the kid’s description of it being the best day ever?  At the end, it said “Because your normal might be their magic”.  Guys, we get to MAKE that magic every day.

One day they’ll remember too, and they’ll remember magic because we made it.  Because we tracked their feedings, because we made sure they got enough sleep, because we fed them fruits and vegetables in sneaky ways.  Because we cleaned poop out of the shower and the floor.  Because we made lunch and dinner.  Because we tackled and tickled them on the couch.  Because we carried their perfect sleeping little bodies from the car to their bed.

I didn’t want to do it all today.  Maybe you didn’t either.  But my normal might be their magic.  Which is why we’ll all do it again tomorrow.

Happy Mother’s Day, you guys