Wednesday, March 3, 2010

i get paid in trinkets

One of the many hats I wear as a parent is that of butler. Opening doors for our short-statured entourage, holding straws out for sipping when hands are occupied by nuggets or sticky with ketchup, carrying backpacks crammed with stuff like dolls and bedazzled cardboard paper towel rolls. . . even Benson wouldn't be caught dead crafting a force-field out of toilet paper at the food court bathroom.

Wiping noses and butts is far from being the highlight of my day as a mom, and the rewards aren't always the obvious "thanks" and pats on the back I sometimes find myself starved for at the end of a hard day. Learning to do without the outward appreciation is easier than it may seem. A tantrum caused by a catalyst pair of socks is squeezed out of mind by a hug for "no good reason".

And my reward for doing endless piles of dirty laundry is a cheerful and whimsical collection of tiny treasures.

pocket things

ps- Yesterday Sam hit his head on a bench, the floor, and a book. Thankfully, he lives to tell the tale.


Happy Humpday.


Miss Yvonne said...

The best part about this? In a few dozen years, you get to pay for college. Just thought I'd point that out. You're welcome.

Stephanie Meade Gresham said...

Thanks, Yvonne. I was trying to have a serene and meaningful post here about serious, lovely things. You've ruined it with your college tuition crap and pointing things out and such.

Or maybe I ruined the serenity with talk about butt force-fields.

Regina said...

Looks like you find acorns in pockets?
Me too... isn't it so much fun! Like a minature scavenger hunt. I especially love when I find big dollars in Jacks pants.

Mo said...

I say you deserve a trip on the backyard trampoline as a self-earned vote of appreciation.