I super love you...

There are a lot of moments in motherhood where you can't help but to think: why did I do this?  I love my kids and I love my family, but anyone who says it can't be overwhelming is lying.  The thing that gets you through those moments (and there's a lot of them) are the small sweet ones that outsiders just don't get to see.  A lot of my life is spent treading emotional water.  Just thought I'd share one of the sweet life rafts that pulls me back to sanity.

Last night my oldest was having trouble sleeping.  And by trouble sleeping, I mean he was upstairs talking to himself for an hour and then came downstairs to ask me to tuck him back in so he could postpone bed time just a little longer.  It's very rare that L and I have a few minutes to ourselves.  So instead of just tucking him in and turning out the light, I decided to crawl in and snuggle for a minute.  Out of no where he starts stroking my eye brows.

L: What those?
Me: These? They're called eyebrows.  You have them too.

I take his finger and trace his eyebrows and then mine again.

L: Eyebrows?
M: Yup.
(Starts stroking my eye brows again)
L: They're beautiful... *long pause*
L: Can you take them off?

After explaining that eyebrows are hair like the kind on his head and they don't come off, he decides to start counting fingers and toes.  Which leads to him listing off body parts.

L: Toes, foot, leg... you have bird on your leg?
M: Yea.  It's called a tattoo.  Can you say that?
L: Taaatt-tttoooo.
M: Yup.  A tattoo is a drawing. Mommy has a drawing of a bird on her leg.
L: oh... That's not so good... That super bad.... drawing on your leg.

I giggle to myself and stroke his hair.  I wonder how many times he drew on himself at school before the teacher convinced him he's not supposed to do that.  But now it's getting late and I'm ready to tuck him in.  As I go to get up I hear.

L: I super proud of you.  I super love you.

That's the moment I know I'm doing something right.  These are the moments I hold onto when his teething baby brother woke me up 2 hours later.  That's what I think about when I see him getting frustrated through out the day.  That's my sweet boy.  And I super love him too.