There is rarely a dull moment at my
house.
There are loud moments, happy
moments, angry moments, lots of smelly moms, but never dull ones.
Today as I was busy changing Roo's
diaper (not really, I was playing on Facebook), his three precious older
siblings decided to spit the water from their sippy cups all over their room.
They'd each take a drink and then spew it out all over their toys, books,
blankets, everything.
I discovered their game when my
three-year-old Cupcake had the audacity to bring me her cup and ask for more
water. I had refilled her cup not too long ago and since my children rarely
drink water (they are stubborn and hold out until I give into their whining
for more milk), I simply asked, "You drank your water
already?"
In all candor she said, "No,
I spit it on my floor."
"Show me."
There is always that moment of dread
that follows such an innocent confession. It could just be a few small drops on
the floor, or it could be a tidal wave washing over their room and ruining
everything in it's wake.
This time it was a tidal
wave. There was water everywhere. I didn't even know their cups had that
much water in them!
I got each of my beloved children
their own small towel, disciplined them, and told them to start cleaning up
their mess. Then I left the room to start a load of laundry (mostly because
they were having too much fun cleaning up their mess and that really annoyed
me).
As as I was throwing a particularly
gross pair of poopy pants in the washer, I hear a little voice behind me.
"Mom."
I turned around to see my
four-year-old Rooster (no doubt the tidal wave ring leader) a few feet
away with a rather sad look on his face.
"What is it, son?"
"Mom, I sorry."
"Sorry, for what?"
"Sorry for spitting my water all
over the floor. I not do it again."
"Yeah, that wasn't very nice.
You made a big mess."
"I apologize. I will never ever
spit my water again."
I took a deep breath and mustered up
all my energy trying so hard not to laugh at the ridiculously long face
standing in front of me.
"I forgive you. And I love
you."
Instantly his frown became the
cheesiest smile I've seen. He scrunched his shoulders up to ears, and said,
"I love you too!"
He ran back down the hallway while I
turned to finish the laundry with a smile on my face. Genuine or not, that
four-year-old knows exactly how to pull his mom's heartstrings.
Then I hear it. The same little
voice, this time more loudly coming from his room down the hallway.
"Guys, she forgived us!"
My two-year-old Little Bear cheered,
while Cupcake hollered, "Good Job Rooster!!"
And then I laughed out loud.
There are so many moments in this
parenting gig that absolutely drive me crazy. Just one moment of distraction
and child-proof cups can turn into a natural disaster. A stuffed animal becomes
a weapon of mass destruction. A spoonful of peanut butter becomes finger paint.
But there is something about siblings
working together, for good and for bad, that just makes a momma proud. I'm sure
in the days to come they'll each take turns with the short straw and have to
apologize for one misstep or another. I just pray whatever it is, they are
always in it together.
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I LOVE this!!! Too cute :)
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