Today has been a really rough day with my toddler.
ROUGH.
She has tested my patience multiple times.
During one of our more happy moments, she asked for a story. For some reason I decided to tell her this.
“There once was a little girl named Andrea who wanted to be a mommy with lots of babies when she grew up. She could only have one baby and she loved her very much, but her heart still broke every once in a while, wishing of more children. One day, many years later, she found out she was going to have another baby! She told her handsome Matt and it made them both so happy!”
“Was I the baby?”
“YES! I will never forget how I felt. It was one of my happiest moments. You are my sunshine.”
I cried and cried and remembered how precious she is. Even though she and I are trying to figure all this out right now, she really is a bright spot in my life. It wasn't just a random happenstance that I felt the inspiration to tell her her own story. It reminded me of her divine worth as a child of God, and my role as a mother to help her know and understand it.
"Are you crying?"
She has become familiar with my "grateful" cry.
"Yes. I love you."
Then, we went outside and danced under the gray skies in the rain.
And it was perfect.
Click HERE for one of my favorite covers of You Are My Sunshine by Elizabeth Mitchell
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