Beautiful in More Ways Than One


Uh huh….it was that kind of morning. Let me start off by saying I HATE MORNINGS. I feel like Mad Madam Mim in Sword in the Stone “I HATE SUNLIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Today was no exception. Roman has been a bear in the morning. No cartoon is good enough, he doesn’t want the breakfast I make, he doesn’t want to get out of his dinosaur pajamas, he doesn’t want to go to daycare mama!!!!! Remember how I said I hate mornings? Well, add a disgruntled barbarian to the mix and things are bound to get a little out of hand. Yes, we had a fight. Now, before you think the worst of me, it wasnt a fight, it was one little person and one big person arguing and yelling about how this was going to play out. Ultimately I won, but I felt horrible for the rest of the day, even after apologizing on the way there.

Thoughts like I didn’t need to yell, I’m the grown up, I probably scared him for life, why couldn’t he have worn his dinosaur pajamas to daycare it wouldn’t have hurt anything, I could have made another breakfast, I’m the worst mom ever ran through my head. Yeah, needless to say today (while extremely busy) was sooooo long. I couldn’t wait to go get him.

Then other things ran through my head like as soon as I apologized he was fine, why can’t I be like that? Am I doing everything I can to make our bond strong as steel? Am I spending my free time focusing on him? I’m pleased to say that while I feel that I have fallen short in all of these questions, I have re-learned a very valuable lesson.  This beautiful baby boy is my reason for breathing, my reason for laughing, my reason for pulling out of the hard times an even better person. I love him more than life itself and he is the best thing I have ever done in my whole life. I will be his fiercest fighter, and biggest cheerleader. I will love him unconditionally, leave my pride at the door when time needs, support his happiness whether I agree with it or not, and tell him how proud of him I am without any suggestions or instructions.  I will never make him hurt when he hurts me, and always give him ample kisses and hugs. I am his mother, and while I may not be perfect, I will try. He deserves at least that.

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12 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. linzfrentrop
    Jan 12, 2011 @ 22:10:51

    Oh how I can relate to a morning like that! 😉

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  2. nigel
    Jan 12, 2011 @ 23:31:46

    Cute! 🙂

    Reply

  3. photobyholly
    Jan 13, 2011 @ 05:10:56

    What a beautiful boy!! I know what you mean about arguing with your children… it happens to all of us! It’s his job to test you, but I’m sure he knows how much you love him!!

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  4. David Williams
    Jan 13, 2011 @ 05:27:00

    Sigh, we all have days like that! Hang in there, cause there’s another “fight” just handing around the corner. 😀 Love the photos especially the first one, great job!

    Reply

  5. Miss Morgans 365 Days of Photos
    Jan 13, 2011 @ 08:53:05

    I recieved an email today from someone that thought this fit perfectly with what happened yesterday. Enjoy, grab a box of tissues by the way.

    F A M I L Y

    I ran into a stranger as he passed by,

    “Oh excuse me please” was my reply.

    He said, “Please excuse me too;

    I wasn’t watching for you.”

    We were very polite, this stranger and I.

    We went on our way and we said goodbye.

    But at home a different story is told,

    How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

    Later that day, cooking the evening meal,

    My son stood beside me very still.

    When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.

    “Move out of the way,” I said with a frown.

    He walked away, his little heart broken.

    I didn’t realize how harshly I’d spoken.

    While I lay awake in bed,

    God’s still small voice came to me and said,

    “While dealing with a stranger,

    common courtesy you use,

    but the family you love, you seem to abuse.

    Go and look on the kitchen floor,

    You’ll find some flowers there by the door.

    Those are the flowers he brought for you.

    He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

    He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,

    you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.”

    By this time, I felt very small,

    And now my tears began to fall.

    I quietly went and knelt by his bed;

    “Wake up, little one, wake up,” I said.

    “Are these the flowers you picked for me?”

    He smiled, “I found ’em, out by the tree.

    I picked ’em because they’re pretty like you.

    I knew you’d like ’em, especially the blue.”

    I said, “Son, I’m very sorry for the way I acted today;

    I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way.”

    He said, “Oh, Mom, that’s okay.

    I love you anyway.”

    I said, “Son, I love you too,

    and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.”

    Reply

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