Makes a Mama Feel Good

I pick Bennett up from Montessori at 3:00 every day. Unfortunately, that's what time they go out to the playground in the afternoons, and I've always kind of hated taking him away right when he's about to get to go run around and have fun.

For the last few weeks it has been way too hot outside, so they have been spending their afternoons inside and I haven't had to worry about making Bennett miss his playground time. Today when I got there I peeked through the window of the door, and I saw the back door (that leads to the playground) open and Ms. Lupe holding Bennett's hand. He was first in line, and he was jumping up and down. For a split second I got really happy, just seeing him that happy, but before that second was over I realized what I was about to have to do. I braced myself for a fight. I walked in and Ms. Lupe said, "Bennett, your Mama is here." I expected a nice long, "Noooooo! I don't want doh home! I want doh outWIIIIIDE!"

Instead, he let go of Ms. Lupe's hand and mumbled under his breath, "My Mama here. My Mama here." as he made his way through the group of fellow toddlers waiting to go outside.
When got close to me, I put my hands out for a hug and he lifted his head and arms up with a huge smile. I picked him up and he wrapped his arms and legs around me and gave me a huge hug.

Heaven. That's where I was for that moment. It was so, so nice. I could have stood there and squeezed him for 10 minutes.