It is the simplest moments in life that make everything all worth it. At least that's what we are told throughout our lives. But it for me it wasn't until I became a mom that I really understood it. I'm talking really, deeply, in my soul and heart understood what that meant.
Having a soon to be two year old, who began her terrible twos a few months back, has been quite a challenge. Especially when her favorite word is "no". No, no, no, no, no. On one usual day I packed up my little warrior and headed out to tackle some errands. The closer it got to snack and nap time, the more the little tiny monster inside her started to creep out. She gets that from her mommy. If I'm hungry and sleepy, get out of the way and save yourself dear friends. She began to get really fussy continously trying to get out of the shopping cart, and telling me "no, momma. bye bye." Her que for it's time to go now. I quickly grabbed the last few things and headed for the checkout. Watching as judging eyes stared at me as if I was such a horrible person for letting my daughter sob. Obviously they weren't all parents, and those that were should be ashamed of themselves for judging. I quickly scanned the crowd looking for that one connection with those motherly eyes offering sincere condolences. I found one, with three little ones of her own, fighting eachother in the shopping cart. Ahh, good I wasn't totally alone. It also didn't help that it happened to be over one hundered degrees outside (gotta love the high desert). I raced to the car with a sleepy, hungry, and hot baby which as we all know equals total meltdown. Sometimes for both child and parent. Even while munching on her snacks that I pre-packed, she lost it. Screaming the highest pitch she could possibly reach. My consoling attempts were useless. I just had to get through the next 20 minutes, get her home and into a nice cool bed.
I pushed myself through the front door of my house holding four very uncomfortable market bags, a screaming baby with snot dripping all down her face onto me, and all the while I was frustrated, flustered, and sweating like a polar bear in Texas. (This was one of the many euphemisms I learned during my few years living in none other than, the land of the ever so uniquely strange, Texas.) None the less, I was finally home and in desperate need of a spare set of hands and a cocktail. Neither were readily available.
After cleaning us both up, and a nice cold cup of milk for baby, we rested our heads on the softest, coolest pillows ever (or at least it felt like it at the moment). Finally, calmed she turned ever to me and ever so softly said "I la yuuu momma." Shortly followed by a big smile and, "I did poopy." We both simultaneously broke out into a giddy laugh and my heart smiled so big and hugged this memory tight. The rest of the days events didn't matter one bit.