My hormones are still out of whack. And with all the heavy things that have hit my family, the tears come easily and willingly. Last night as I put Little One to bed, she asked if she could sing me a song. She started in with her version of Jesus Loves Me, and stroked my face and my hair as she sang. She didn't understand those tears that came.
And when poor Lulley got eaten by one of the stinkin' dogs, I sobbed. The news was delivered while helping LO brush teeth. The Love of My Life was rounding up the Lulleys and mouthed to me that one had been chewed up by the dogs. I ran out of the bathroom to the kitchen where what remained looked like a pile of filthy rags. The poor bunny, the most loved part of Lulley, had lost an arm and her rattle had been ripped out of her body. We didn't tell LO. Not that night, but the next morning, after I had pieced together what was left and mended as best I could. She blew me away with her indifference to Lulley's unfortunate fate. I was much more heartbroken than she. The life of a Lulley. It's a rough one.
And finally, Little One has been working on a new skill. She has taken to telling me, "Mama, I just need to spend a little time in my bedroom by myself." The first time this happened, I nearly died when she came out fully dressed from head to toe, her bow only slightly askew. Her choices actually sort of worked together. I was certain it must look like a tornado tore through her room...and much to my surprise, her drawers didn't even looked rifled through. Her pajamas were even in the dirty clothes basket. Ugh. She doesn't need me anymore. Bring on the tears.
4 comments:
Such a sweet post. Bless your heart those post baby hormones are so rough. Next time around I'm telling Taylor to ignore anything I do, say or cry about for about 2 months afterwards! Ha ha now, but was not too funny in those moments.
It is such a bittersweet thing, huh? We want so badly sometimes for them to just go play on their own...and then when they do it without us asking, we feel a little rejected. Us mamas are such weird creatures!! And I remember when Ella started dressing herself. It was definitely one of those "wow, you are indeed growing up" moments. I've become quite the emotional basket case since having children. I never used to cry watching a movie...now, I need a box of kleenex even when it has a happy ending! Ha!
oh goodness, she's growing up! Good thing there's a new sweet baby that needs you terribly for every little thing right now to make up for it :)
Such a sweet post! Both of your girls are beautiful!! I have been praying for you and your sister constantly as I think of your heartache and your joy. So hard.
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