Thursday, November 4, 2010

She loves me, she loves me not

Carrying a three year old up the steps with bedtime protests, teeth brushing protests, pajama protests. I tried to appeal to her on a common ground, "How did you like your cupcake? Did it taste like mint?"

We got a free foursome from an area cupcake company: grasshopper, tiramisu, red velvet, strawberry mousse. They were delivered, free of charge, in the rain, with a smile, to my door. If the kids hadn't been home when I received them, I would have eaten them all. As it was, they saw the cupcakes and picked them out before I could lay claim on a single one. (I got red velvet, the last choice. A mother's plight ...)

She shook her head.

"Did it taste like grasshoppers?"

Grumpy headshakes. "NO!"

"Mine was red. And you know what it tasted like?" She waited intently. "Red!"

A half smile. "For real?" she asked.

I got her dressed and settled in bed, hugging, kissing and squeezing on her.

"Stop squeezing me! Stop kissing me!"

"I can't help it--that's what mamas do. They love their babies. And their three year olds. And when you're four, I'll love you more!"

"No! Don't love me!"

Goodnight wishes and into the hall, I opened Lanie's door to a darkened room and lean over to kiss her. She holds on tight and doesn't want to let go.

"I love you so much. I want to marry you!" She tells me this often. We made a date for tomorrow morning, that she would come join me for cuddles before breakfast.

"Goodnight!" she called as I closed the door. "Love you!"

"Goodnight. I love you."  Because that's what mamas do.


Nora said...


You are such a great mom! I often find myself busy with the hustle and bustle and forget that moments like these are what life is about. Thanks for the reminder!


an ordinary mom said...

What a precious post! I've had a couple little girls very much like that...