Me: How was your day?
Fluffy: It was great! I’m having a really great year so far. I know I keep saying this was the best day ever, but it really was today.
Me: I know what you mean. Life just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it?
Fluffy: Yeah! And Mr. B. is a great teacher.
Me: What do you like about him?
Fluffy: Well, he’s just so nice, and he has really fun work sheets. And he says we are going to do lots of field trips.
This is pretty much all I ask for as a mom. My kid is happy. Even very happy. And although I won’t dish the dirt she then gave me on everyone in her class, she talks to me.
I mean I still have a lot of mom guilt over the fact that she does want to completely one-up last year’s pedestrian Halloween costume choice of Cleopatra (which we amended to Golden Goddess) by going as a witch. Honest to goodness, a run of the mill, dime a dozen, 2nd percentile of Halloween creativity witch! Where did I go wrong?
When I picked up my little loves from preschool, Mr. McPeppers buried his face in me, sniffed me, and said,
Peppers: I need my mommy smell.
Okay, maybe that’s a little weird, but I perfectly remember how much I loved my mom’s smell as a kid and how great it was to wear her jacket for that reason. He’s just a mammal, after all, and he needs his mommy smell.
And then on the way home, the boys had a contest of how much they love me.
Salty: I love you a million trillion, ten thousand, million trillion, million trillion, ten thousand, ten thousand, nine hundred million trillion! Isn’t that so a lot, so much, super much?
Me: Well I love you more.
And I do.
So then when Kent got home and asked how was my day, why did I start with,
Me: I just had a horrible coughing fit in the car, and I have no voice and an audition next week, and these kids are driving me crazy.
I’ve got to learn something from my little sunshines about how to interact after school/work. I will say that after Kent took over so that I could go to sleep at 6:30pm until now, I feel much cheerier about the present and future.