"Pancakes Mama... pancakes!"
Those were the first words that I was greeted with yesterday. I took a mental note on if I was really awake enough to make pancakes... and I was. So pancakes it was! Tru helped me put all of the ingredients into the bowl. He even stirred and beat the egg. I turned on a little music to serenade our lovely morning and Tru had another request...
"Dance Mama... dance!"
So dance we did. While we waited for our chocolate chip pancakes to bake I held him in my arms and we danced, waltzed, dipped and twirled. It was magical. It was fun. I haven't had such a fun morning in a long time.
But don't worry... as life would have it with a two year old my magical perfect morning was short lived... while I was flipping the last of the pancakes Tru went into the bathroom and colored all over the tub with permanent marker. Bummer.
However, I'm still daydreaming about our morning. I used to take mornings like that for granted. They happened quite often, and though I've always loved dancing with my boy there are many mornings where the best dance moves I can muster are a pathetic head nod. He accepts the bobbing head mom, but he doesn't laugh and squeal to that like he does to a good twirl.
I think that one of the great things that I will take from this not so great cancer journey is to really cherish and enjoy these pure and simple moments with my boy. I'm so lucky to have him. And even though we have a lot of rough moments... the good ones far outweigh the bad.
Another great example... today. I was trying so hard to get us out the door for a little grocery shopping. The day before chemo is always a hard one. I feel like I have so much I want to do before I'm sick for 10 days, but not enough time or energy to do it all. Tru was not cooperating as usual... would not get his shoes on, would not put his jacket on, was running and hiding from me every chance he got. I finally admitted defeat and sat down by the front door and just waited for him. I was to tired to yell, to tired to run after him anymore... I just wanted some groceries! After a minute he came and jumped into my lap, wrapped his little arms around my neck and said...
"I love you Mama! I love you Mama!!" and slathered my face with sloppy kisses. I love this kid. He's so sweet. I'm so glad that I didn't get mad, but just waited. He came around, and the moment was sweet. And yes, we did make it to the store...
Those were the first words that I was greeted with yesterday. I took a mental note on if I was really awake enough to make pancakes... and I was. So pancakes it was! Tru helped me put all of the ingredients into the bowl. He even stirred and beat the egg. I turned on a little music to serenade our lovely morning and Tru had another request...
"Dance Mama... dance!"
So dance we did. While we waited for our chocolate chip pancakes to bake I held him in my arms and we danced, waltzed, dipped and twirled. It was magical. It was fun. I haven't had such a fun morning in a long time.
But don't worry... as life would have it with a two year old my magical perfect morning was short lived... while I was flipping the last of the pancakes Tru went into the bathroom and colored all over the tub with permanent marker. Bummer.
However, I'm still daydreaming about our morning. I used to take mornings like that for granted. They happened quite often, and though I've always loved dancing with my boy there are many mornings where the best dance moves I can muster are a pathetic head nod. He accepts the bobbing head mom, but he doesn't laugh and squeal to that like he does to a good twirl.
I think that one of the great things that I will take from this not so great cancer journey is to really cherish and enjoy these pure and simple moments with my boy. I'm so lucky to have him. And even though we have a lot of rough moments... the good ones far outweigh the bad.
Another great example... today. I was trying so hard to get us out the door for a little grocery shopping. The day before chemo is always a hard one. I feel like I have so much I want to do before I'm sick for 10 days, but not enough time or energy to do it all. Tru was not cooperating as usual... would not get his shoes on, would not put his jacket on, was running and hiding from me every chance he got. I finally admitted defeat and sat down by the front door and just waited for him. I was to tired to yell, to tired to run after him anymore... I just wanted some groceries! After a minute he came and jumped into my lap, wrapped his little arms around my neck and said...
"I love you Mama! I love you Mama!!" and slathered my face with sloppy kisses. I love this kid. He's so sweet. I'm so glad that I didn't get mad, but just waited. He came around, and the moment was sweet. And yes, we did make it to the store...
7 comments:
Even in your times of little strength...you, my dear, are one incredible 'mama'! :)
ha ha! Oh two is SO fun. I swear I have lived those exact same mornings. Boys are sweet and sour. The best of the best one minute and ripping your heart out the next, only to lay all their on the next. Yay boys!
Oh Meg, you are such a sweet mother and such an example to me! I can't imagine how difficult it has been, but you always remind me to appreciate the perfect little moments with my little boy. Now when Axton wakes up from his nap, we are DANCING!
How sweet. (I love the bare feet and legs on the counter too!) Give him a kiss for me - and here's one for you too! XX
this is a sweet post. I'm so glad you ahve tru- even though it's probably exhausting, I feel like he's really helped you through this- to distract you.
What a sweet boy! Isn't two a fun age? It was one of my favorites! They learn so many things at that age about life and boundaries and because of it they keep you running around like crazy but they also still like to slow down for a cuddle and kiss!
Haha my boys are the same- so sweet one minute then crazy the next!
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