To a four year old, Mommy is the center of the universe. When moms drop their children in my school, I have the pleasure of witnessing various sweet rituals…the have-a-great-day hug, the just-one-more-kiss please and sometimes the shy child’s hanging-on-the-leg.
Ask four year olds about their moms, and you never know what they will say. But you know that whatever it is, it will touch your heart and it will be literal. i remember Katie remarking, “When I was a baby I was in Mama’s belly. And it was DARK in there!”
Another day, Nate told me, “When Mommy sits on the couch, I sit on her because she feels like a pillow.” No, his mom wasn’t overweight fluffy. She was just right. Mommies are soft, Mommies’ laps are cozy and comfortable. Just where you want to be. Like a pillow. I couldn’t have said it any better.
Four year olds like to be helpers. When I posed the question “how can you help Mommy on Mother’s Day?” I received the typical and expected responses such as “I will pick up my toys” and “I will help her with the dishes.” Then Jake piped up, “we can shave her legs.” Now that’s an act of love.
While four year olds like to help out, they are equally as cognizant of how much their moms help them. They recognize that mommies will often do what no one else will. And there is no one quite like a four year old to put bluntly into words the sacrifices of a mother. When asked why he loves his mom, David casually stated, “Well, she helped us bury the old dead lizard in the backyard.”
So, to all the mommies out there, keep being the pillow upon which to sit, keep burying the old dead lizard in the backyard and perhaps you will get the ultimate reward of getting your legs shaved. Happy Mother’s Day!
Happy Mother’s Day to you too! May you never have to bury an old dead lizard in the backyard!
Love it! I recently learned that my daughter thought I had a magic bed because when we read in it, it always rocked and if she was somewhere else, it didn’t. I have a habit of rocking a foot back and forth or bouncing it off the edge. I guess I always did that when we were together. We have no idea of the little things we do that leave an imprint on those little guys!