The Best Part Of My Day

Hey Lovelies!

Aiden and I have always had a bedtime ritual. It's bath, get the pajamas on, get in bed, read a book... or two... or three, say our prayers, and then before I tuck him in, turn the lights out, and say, "good night, sleep tight," I give him a hug and kiss, look into his eyes, and tell him, "you're the best part of my day." Every night. And no matter what else I forget to do that day, I never forget to tell him those seven words.

No one said that motherhood would be easy. And it isn't. There are lots of ups and downs, highs and lows; good feelings and not-so-good feelings, feeling competent and feeling like huh?; trials and triumphs, predicaments and praise.

But throughout everything, I remember that all that I do is for my son. All the hard work, all the extra work... it's for him -- so that he can have the life that he deserves. And really and truly, he has become the BEST part of my day!

When I'm having a stressful day, I remember that I'm going home to an awesome toddler who would love to play with me like there's no tomorrow... He's the best part of my day.

When I'm worried about work or money, or when grad school starts to kick my @ss... He's the best part of my day.

When I have a list of things-to-do that seems to be a mile long... He's the best part of my day.

When I'm having one of those incompetent mommy moments when I feel like huh? ... He's the best part of my day.

When Aiden's having a temper tantrum... He's the best part of my day.

When I'm not as patient as I should be with him... He's the best part of my day.

When he's been naughty... He's STILL the best part of my day.

When he's been nice... He's the best part of my day.

Bottom line: now that I'm a mother, seeing my son and being in his presence has become the best doggone part of my day. Everyday.

Smooches,
SweetAl