This post is purely selfish on my part.
You see, I want to be able to look back on it 5 years from now and remember…
I have already told you about my son picking dandelions for me this spring.
I think my excitement at each dandelion he gave me has sparked something in him.
Today, as we walked next door to Mamaw and Papaw’s house, he was picking wild daisies. Each one he picked during our slow walk, he quietly gave to me. When we got next door I made sure to put them in water.
He reminded me of the flowers when it was time to go, so I gathered the small bunch up and we started walking. Again, every few feet he was picking a flower.
The third one he gave me on the way home, he told me, “I’m picking these because I love you.”
What’s a momma to do? I gave him a hug, and with damp eyes, I told him I loved him, too.
When we got home, he really turned on the sweetness. “Mommy, you know something? I think Mother’s Day should be all the time.”
Yes, words from my newly 4 year-old.
Words I want to remember and be able to look back on years from now when he slams the door and cranks up the radio too loudly.
He doesn’t know it, but that moment, it was better than any old calendar Mother’s Day could ever be.