Last night as I read a book to Mago for bed time he noticed a small smiley-face sticker I had put in the center of the face of my watch. I’d put that sticker there as a reminding device a week or so ago because it came as sudden inspiration to the question: how can I keep myself on track, on duty, and remember what I’m supposed to do? (I can be quite distracted, and even my very simple daily list gets neglected).
Mago: You have a smiley face on your watch.
Me: That’s to remind me to be nice to you, because when I’m nice to you, I’m really being nice to Heavenly Father, because he wants me to be nice to you.
Mago: And when it’s frowning, you’re mean.
Nem-nem started a few days ago to clearly say “Oomm-a, ma-ma, ma-ma, ma-ma, ma, ma-ma..”. And it refers to Tia. One evening Tia left Nem-nem in the crib to go to sleep, and left the room, but Nem-nem didn’t sleep, and pulled herself standing up beside the rail and called:
“Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma-ma, ma-ma, ma-ma..”
Reports Tia – I copy this from a web site for her siblings to keep in touch with Tia’s parents on a mission:
..the other day as [Mago] was giving me a hard time, I whined and crawled into his bed and complained,
“[Mago], I give up, I don’t want to be a mommy any more. I just want to be Tia and have friends, and go shopping, and do my own thing!”
And he said in a very sympathetic tone,
“Mommy, you can’t give up. You don’t have friends, you just have a boy and a girl!”
He helped me make biscuit dough and tasted it, and said “Ick, it tastes like grownup skin!”
A little bland and salty? And this is an apparent contrast with baby skin, which evidently does not have an unpleasant taste.
I didn’t want him to watch a video segment on insects because it was so gross I was afraid it would give him nightmares, and he said “Mom, put it on and don’t say ew!”
Tia’s sister Janae related having the same experience that same day:
…Just tonight I [said] i was about to give up being a mom.
“I have no more Mom energy…i think i’m just going to quit.”
[My boy] gave me a kiss on the cheek and said,
“Please keep trying…you have to be a mom …because you ARE a mom!”
He’s right; It’s a job you just can’t get out of. Hang in there, little Mommy… We’re all in it together!
I love these gems of infant wisdom. Thanks so much for taking the effort to share them.
Love,
GPa T
Wow, grown-up skin? What an amazing description.
Shopping and having friends and doing my own thing sounds *so* appealing. I need Mago to give me a pep talk, too.
This made me tear up the first couple of times I read it, and it made me tear up again just now.
🙂
You write very well.