The other night Kyah was sitting at the kitchen counter and snapped a door off one of her toys. She asked me to help and I fixed it for her. She thanked me by giving me a hug and saying "Best Mom Ever!" (Which she has never said before - to ANYONE.) My heart was overfilling at the thought that even if only for that 5 seconds, my two year old thought I was great. It's amazing what 5 seconds can mean. In the constant worry and guilt that is associated with having had to work their entire lives, that 5 seconds is a life raft. The thoughts that crowd my mind and haunt my dreams that I have missed their childhood, the cute things they say, the influence I should be, the MOM they are missing... all of those thoughts go away, if only for 5 seconds. They are lucky to have a Dad that loves them endlessly and who has had more opportunity to be with them, but, Oh how I MISS THEM!
I will always cherish those 5 seconds whenever I can get them and I will learn to be better about playing with them more and worrying about the mess/bills/groceries less.
Since her first time saying, she has said it 7 more time (exactly), but who's counting?
The attitude on this girl. She can act like a tyrant one minute and be the biggest sweetheart the next - I guess that's why she's a girl. She is my little princess, she loves all things GIRL, but really likes to play tackle too.
He is so sweet. He protects all things Kyah and loves to growl when he doesn't get his way. He has a tender heart and stubborn spirit. He loves transformers and cartoons.