Every once in a while something happens that makes me sit back and say, "Wow! I really am glad to be involved in the business of motherhood."
A few days ago, my son and I were talking about snow. He suddenly says, "I really miss Susanville."
To which I replied, "What do you miss about Susanville?"
He then said, "I miss making snowmen with you."
A little backstory: A few months after our youngest was born, I got involved in learning the business of multi-level marketing of life insurance and annuities. This took tremendous amounts of time in addition to having a newborn taking up tremendous amounts of time. (Looking back, I have NO idea what I was thinking! A sleep deprived brain is not a good brain for making decisions.)
Anyhow, it was on a particularly time consuming day that my then 3 year old son comes up to me and asks me to help him build a snowman outside. It was more like begging with high pitched whineyness, which I normally have no tolerance for.
But, instead of snapping at him to use his "Big Boy Voice" and ask politely, I heard a little voice in my brain say, "stop." So I stopped. The little voice then said, "he will remember this day." And that was it. End of conversation.
So then I asked myself, "what do I want him to remember about this day?"
I'm still blown away by this experience and grateful that I have the opportunity once again to be in the business of full-time motherhood. As the kids are getting older, there are more and more days that they will remember, and I'm grateful to be a part of that.