This past weekend we paid for a babysitter for the older two girls. We don’t like to pay for babysitters. It’s expensive. But, we did it.
We gave clear directions to both the sitter and the girls for our expectations.
Let’s just say our expectations weren’t met at all and we had two very tired and very cranky girls the next day (who didn’t go to sleep until 10pm). Oh, and they broke their ceiling fan in their bedroom. Only the hottest room in the house.
So, Sunday was a doozie. Meltdowns started right off the gate. Of course they still woke up at 6:30am!
When I heard about the evening (from the girls that morning), I was already in a bad mood. I begrudgingly got myself ready for church, and as I came upstairs, I saw this on my bedside table.
Usually it’s residence is in the girls’ room. But not this morning. #1 decided that it should go on my bedside table.
It made me stop dead in my tracks. And, I immediately smiled. And, then shed a few tears.
It wasn’t their fault I was upset. They were just being kids (however, I certainly hate that excuse).
When I asked her why she put the picture there, her explanation melted me and broke my heart at the same time.
“It’s a masterpiece mom. I put it there so when I grow up and move away you’ll remember me!”
I don’t think she realizes she’s not allowed to a) grow up or b) move away.
So for now, I savor the meltdowns and the missed bedtimes and the broken fans because one day she will grow up, and one day she might move away.