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Sweetest Thing

Just had a tender moment with my littles.

I told them take a nap, put them in their bed, and baddabing baddaboom. 

No nap happened. Instead, they rolled around singing and doing random thumpy things, only to run back to their beds once they heard my maroon colored New Balance sneakers climbing the stairs to let them know a thing or two.

One kid got a spank and the other kid got a stern “Stop playing and go to sleep.” 

Of course, it didn’t work. Sometimes I forget that I know my children very very well and I should go with my mom instinct most of the time. 

They needed hugs and cuddles. It’s colder outside and they’ve been playing all day and sometimes when they are doing independent play, I’m not always right there with them when they are pretending to be driving cars while sitting in a plastic storage bin reserved for legos and random toys bits. Sometimes, I’m folding laundry while yelling into their room every now and then, “Hey! You need to play together!” Or I’m sweeping the floor while taking sporadic 5 minute trips into their room to wrestle with them and give them too many kisses and play with creepy babydolls.

But days like this, when it’s just the three of us, they tend to need extra. And if i’m honest, so do I. 

So instead of lecturing them again, I went into their room, prayed for peace and patience, held each of them in my arms one by one, and sang them to the halfway point. The boy first, and then the girl. 

Needless to say, it worked for me and for them. I now feel loved and snuggled and special and relieved. I think they do too. Everyone just needed to calm down and not be so serious. Everyone just needed a hug and some nice singing.

Proud to say that those rascals are fast asleep and tucked into their beds. I feel blessed to know them.

And now to eat lunch.