I'm so glad when Daddy comes home...
I love the moments when we learn something about ourselves
from our children. This past week I was reminded by my precocious little two
year old, how strong my love for my faithful companion really is…
From the get-go, pediatricians will tell you that it is very
common for babies to have a fussy time of day, where they aren’t hungry, messy
or sleepy, they don’t want to be held, set down, or bathed, they are just
grumpy. From the day Rachel was born, that time of day was always the hour
before Daddy got home -no matter what varying time that may have been- she (and
I) would get just plain grumpy.
Rachel is two and a half years old now (don’t ask months, I lose
track after 12) and the grumpy time continues. By now it has become second
nature to me to hear the whines begin and just say “You’re okay, Daddy will be
home in one hour Rachel, you’re just fine.” And then move on with whatever I’m
doing. The other day I had a tender little moment with her when the tables had
turned. This time I was grumpy and everything was going wrong and I just broke
down and started to cry. Not long after throwing myself down like a dramatic
Disney princess to just cry it out I felt tow little hands start to gently rub
my shoulders and heard my sweet little Rachel Belle compassionately tell me “It
okay Mommy, Daddy home one hour kay!”
What a sweet and observant little girl we have! She knows
that no one can heal a bad day quite like Daddy can and was there to try and
help me through it. What a wonderful man Adam is! It brightens the day for each
of us to have him come home to be with us again. There is a place in our home
and hearts that only he can fill. We love you Daddy!
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