Monday, March 2, 2009
"Moooooooommmy, you want to come see my sparkles?" This question was posed to me by Tyler as I spooned oatmeal into Tatum's eager mouth. I instantly knew what he was talking about. I threw the spoon on the floor, unbuckled the baby, and without speaking a word, went upstairs. (WHY didn't we put the Easter stuff out of reach, I asked myself.) I held my breath as I came up the last step, as though holding my breath would make the outcome any different.
Nope, it was exactly as I thought. Last year's confetti eggs...one dozen...being saved for this year...cracked...all...over....the floor. So I thought to myself, "yell, laugh, cry..." Still not sure which emotion I wanted to adopt for the moment I started to head back down the stairs . Then I heard him say, "WOOOOOWWWW, I didn't know you got all these sparkles for me. For my birfday yesterday. That was so nice for you mommy!"
I laughed hysterically. I laughed at the myriad of colors now sprinkling my carpet. Laughed at Tyler's concept of time, (or rather lack there of.) Laughed at the fact that Ryan and I didn't even think about putting the bin of Easter decorations up high. Laughed at my Aunt for making these darned eggs every year. But mostly I laughed because it was an incredibly wonderful, silly moment of pure joy for my little boy. I laughed and laughed, then hugged him tight and told him how much I love him.
Of course, no matter how much I love him, I still made him clean up a little bit later. His response? "I don't want to clean up that huge bunch of mess!" But with a little help from mom and dad, he did. I guess no matter how big the mess we will always be there to hug him and help him clean it up. God does it for us, why wouldn't we do it for our own children.