For the last few months, there have been discussions around here what kind of mother I am. I'm not talking quality, I'm talking species. Yes, that's right. Depending on the time of day and who I'm being addressed by, I can be a mama penguin, mama elephant, mama bear, Alechia (from Diego who must be considered baby Jaguar's mama) or a mama puffle (to know what a puffle is, just walk into our house and Benjamin will start spouting information at you - it's from a computer game Disney's Club Penguin). The list goes on. And sometimes there are arguments about which kind of mother I am, that I calmly try to solve by explaining I can be a mama puffle and a mama penguin at the same time. I'm that good.
Last night I'm sleeping, quite soundly with the drool and everything, in my bed and I sense someone's presence. I open my eyes to stare directly into Micah's little face as he asks, "Are you my mama __________?" "Of course I am sweetheart." I have no idea which kind of mama I was at 4:00 in the morning, but I know it was a lucky one as I reached over and tucked him into his makeshift bed on our bedroom floor for such early morning occasions. I know it won't be long that he has such a sweet imagination, so I hope I can remember to enjoy it and the simplicity of his life right now. I'll always be your mama, Micah!
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Those little moments are just the best. So many things can be forgiven by a comment like that! What sweet boys you have!
That's so sweet! :)
I am so glad I am not the only one that gets those early morning visits where it is questionable what kind of mama you are! At least you are always a sweet one! Some day I'll grow up to be like you and figure out how to be sweet at 4 am! Way to go Mama!
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