I remember when the word "mommy" was all I wanted to hear out of my almost talking babies. That sweet satisfaction of them knowing me, knowing my "name"....I couldn't wait! Of course, 2 of the 3 born would say "dada" first, but that first time I heard mommy... I was soaring on the clouds!
Flash forward to NOW..... that's all I hear out of their little mouths. "Mommy, mommy, mommy.... no, I don't want Daddy to give me juice, I want MOMMY!" is all I hear in this house. Don't get me wrong, I'm still grateful that they long for me... but could they also just bother their daddy for 2 minutes?
This is a phase I know they will grow out of. And "they" say I will miss it (and I probably will), but every now and then I want to go to the restroom by myself without the patter of footsteps behind me saying "Mommy, Mommy!". Just a half hour to be able to cook without the eager helpful hands of my adoring children.
I do very much so love encouraging my kids to help... but OMG, it takes not just twice as long to complete that task, but ~5 times as long. Patience is one of those things that God has not stopped trying to teach me, but MY OH MY, it feels like He is pulling out all the lessons with the help of my three lovely children.
Maybe one day I will know the secret.... but quite possibly by the time I know it, they will be grown. I guess that's why grandchildren are for spoiling.
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