Mr. Mom

I love being a mom, but it's so fun(ny) to see my husband become Mr. Mom for the girls while I attend classes with the FCM. I stopped in between classes this afternoon and realized Jasmine was not wearing what I had originally put on her that morning. "Where are Jasmine's white pants?" I asked.

"Well," Ethan began, "I swear, I was only in the bathroom for one minute. That's all! And the one thing she could've gotten into, she did." 

Eggs. Earlier I had boiled ten, because the other two wouldn't fit into the bottom of the pan. I x-marked the tops of the hard boiled ones, but obviously . . . 

"She grabbed one of the only ones that wasn't cooked . . ."  The story came out in jumbled pieces, with my laughter filling in the spaces as he began to gesture wildly . . . "There was a bowl in the living room with the whites, and she was sitting in the kitchen floor, swishing the yolk around . ." (Maybe she thought it was paint?) "It got all over her pants," he continued . . . At this point my laughter turned into a full blown calorie burning session as he trailed off with something about Maya being very fussy, and he tried to rock, change, and distract her until he realized she was hungry and got her settled in, etc., etc. 

After I finished laughing, all I could say was, "These are the moments to treasure!" 

(That's what everyone keeps telling us anyway.)  

Honestly, if she hadn't made such a mess, this day would have melted into obscurity, along with the rest of our faded memories. Now, today has an event attached to it - and it will be remembered. Isn't that funny? The frustrating moments that we try to avoid are the very moments that will later prove to be the only remnants of an otherwise forgotten past. Frustration, chaos, pain - all the big and little trials, and hopefully the big and little joys, as well, will one day comprise what we recall of our lives. And since "normal", calm days are hardly remembered, I guess I'm beginning to see why this is such a special time. And hopefully, we'll always find something to smile about in the middle of the chaos. If not, well, I'll have to think on that one . . . 

I love my husband. He's incredible. It's not every day that a mom with small children gets the chance to do something apart from her children. But Ethan has offered that opportunity to me, and I am so blessed because of it. Thank you, Love. I appreciate you.