Love...Pure and Simple

This is just a quick post to say how much I love and appreciate my husband. An old friend reminded me today that I am so happy I married someone who grew up, but who knows how to be kid-like (in a good way). He's not perfect, he doesn't seem to mind that neither am I (clearly), and I appreciate that he makes a choice everyday to be a stand-up guy. And, when I look into Little Kidlet's eyes, which are the same as his daddy's, I melt.

~ Love, The Wife

Photo by feltcafe (I wish I were even remotely crafty)

Mommy, Mommy, Go Away, I Want Daddy Anyway

So, we're here. My almost three year old told me this morning that he doesn't "love mommy," and wants daddy to stay home instead. My friends and developmental bulletins have told me to expect this, and I "know"that he doesn't "mean" it, but it doesn't make it sting any less. If it were any other person other than my kid, the impulse would be to tell him some not so polite places he can stick those nasty words. He's not exactly my favorite person day in and day out either.

OK, lets be real, I still have the impulse, but, you know--I'm an adult, and clinging tenuously to that. My husband always tells me that because he loves me so much I can make him madder than anyone, faster than anyone.

My mother used to tell me something when I was a kid that sticks with me: "I will always love you, but I don't like you very much right now." I didn't get that as a kid...I do now.

How do you handle when your kids say hurtful things to you, whether intentionally or unintentionally?

Photo by Tom (hmm a rosa tint)