Yesterday, I was having one of THOSE days. The kind where my house feels small and dirty (it was definitely dirty), I was bored with myself and life, and I felt useless. Those kinds of days are the worst. Tyler was having a rough day because it’s been raining here and that includes not a lot of outside play so when I talked to Mr. S at 2:30, right in the middle of Tyler skipping his entire nap, I told him that he had a wife and child on the edge and that he could maybe think of something for us to do.
So! He did. We went to Dave and Buster’s with our friends and their three kids. We spent the evening eating and playing games and Tyler was so content, and probably overstimulated, by all of the lights. When I was playing skee ball, Tyler was passing me the balls to throw. It was so freaking cute. It was a great night and I definitely needed it.
When we got home, Mr. S and I started in on a movie, Tyler woke up coughing and crying. He did the most cuddling he’s done since he was probably 4 months old and although it sucks that he’s sick, I was loving it. At one moment when I comfort Tyler, he was holding his favorite stuffed Pooh bear toy. I pursed my lips, noisily sucked in air and delivered a loud, smacking kiss right on Pooh’s nose. I wanted to see his reaction.
It was a smile, of course, but not an ear-to-ear grin or an open-mouthed laugh. It started in the middle of his mouth, then the corners slowly stretched outward and up into something so sweet and special, I’m not sure I can capture it here. Even his eyes twinkled. A magical moment between mother and son.
This morning when I woke up, I had a sore throat. The sickness has finally been passed to me. And you know what? I don’t even really care. I have a family that I feel grateful for every day and I can’t wait to see how Tyler grows and how our love for each other grows. I have a job that I am passionate about and I can’t wait to see what happens with it in the future.