Reminders Why Being a Mom is a Gift (Doesn't Suck)
Every once in a while, when you least expect it, you are reminded why being a mother is a gift (aka doesn’t suck).
I was rubbing my neck trying to steal a few minutes at the computer after a very long day of sitting outside on a freezing windy field to watch my oldest son play in a lacrosse tournament. I left the house at 7:15 am and returned at 5:30 pm to little ones that demanded my attention. I was drained, cranky, and frustrated because I still had a lot of chores to do and it was Sunday night.
My five-year-old daughter was quietly coloring, while I checked my Facebook account when she said, “It takes a lot of energy to be an author Mommy.” This took me off guard and of course got my attention. I looked at her and said, “You are right it does take a lot of energy. Do you know I have always wanted to be an author? In fact, I write stories all the time.” Her eyes lit up and I felt like she was seeing me for the first time. She jumped out of her chair and said, “I want to tell a story.”
So, I pulled up Microsoft Word and she dictated a story without a pause. I just typed her words. This is her unedited story:
The Princess and the Evil Guys
Once there was a princess. And she had a prince. She loved to play out in the park, but suddenly she heard a big bad wolf. Who was saying rah rah rah. She was on the swings when she heard all the noises. And then the Prince was gone. And then the dragon came. He was not a nice one because he sprayed fire. The wolf and the dragon made friends. The princess was going to run away but the big bad wolf stopped her with the dragon. Then the prince who was underground saw the princess’s footsteps and saw that the wolf and dragon were getting so close. Then the prince came back and killed the dragon and the wolf with two sharp knives in their hearts and then they were dead. And then the princess said to the wolf and the dragon “I hope you never come back mister.” The prince and the princess decided to go home, but realized they were lost in the woods because they got distracted by all the monsters. And then they saw a unicorn. A very good one. The unicorn took them back home to their house. They were so surprised and happy. The End!
Even though her story gets a little violent (what’s with the knives in the heart part all about?). And even though I secretly wish the princess had come to her own rescue instead of depending on the prince to save her, I was bursting with pride. Not because it is a Pulitzer Prize winning story, but because she was so excited to create a story with me. It’s hard to explain why this touched me so much, but I compare it to a father who loves football and one day unprompted his child tosses him the ball and asks to play.
It was a gift. A sort of payment rendered for putting in so many extra Mommy hours. More importantly, it was a reminder to focus on the small seemingly inconsequential moments. It truly is when the magic happens.
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