I had just gotten in an argument with my husband. I was mad, and my husband had left without realizing how upset I was. It was mostly his fault (as I’m sure he’ll gladly admit), but not the big deal that I thought it was at the time. I was left alone in my bathroom and before I went back out to manage the kids, I knew I needed to pull myself together. I wasn’t crying, I was just mad.
I had been sitting there for a few moments, when I hear tiny footsteps. Ugh. Quiet time over… “Pull it together, Katie,” I thought.
Graham saw me and asked, “Why are you sitting on the floor in the bathroom, Mommy?” “I’m just sad that your daddy left,” I replied.
“Is it okay if I sit with you?” Graham gently asked.
“Yes, that would be fine.”
He proffered his Playmobile magazine. “Pick out your favorite toy,” he suggested. I pointed to the girly castle with rainbows and unicorns. I would’ve liked that when I was your age, I told him. “I’ll get that for my next present,” he told me. “But you hate princesses!” I reminded him. Earlier that day he went on a rampage about how he HATES princesses. “I changed my mind. I like them if you like them. I’ll get the castle and I’ll share it with you.” Wow. What a sweet boy.
We sat for a few more minutes in quiet, both looking at the magazine. “Here mom,” Graham said as he handed me a piece of the granola bar he was eating. “It’s the best part. With a chocolate chip.” I took the nubbin of granola bar and savored it. My little boy. Acting like such a mature little man. Much more mature than my husband had been a few moments earlier, might I add. Yes, I’d get in trouble right about now if Jon actually read my blog.
I’m so amazed by children. How they can be little tyrants screaming I HATE PRINCESSES. GIVE ME MY MILK. I WANNA WATCH TV RIGHT NOW! And then they do something that most adults couldn’t. Sit, listen, and cheer someone up without needing anything in return. I think we all could learn a thing or twenty from our little people.
I adore this entry! So many times my little girl has really been just the “adult” I need in the moment of a bit of heartbreak or heart bruise! Thanks for sharing!
Thanks Amanda! It was such a heart warming experience!