Have you ever had one of those days?  A friend of mine asked that in her Face­book sta­tus tonight.  I replied (self­ishly) by ask­ing, “Do you mean like when you walk into music class and pro­ceed to burst into tears?” Sorry, Friend.  I really should not have responded to your sta­tus by mak­ing it about me.  I apologize.

The rea­son I knew what she was talk­ing about was because we had one of those days.  We have had sev­eral of those days lately.  As I said, I did walk into my kids’ music class this morn­ing and imme­di­ately start cry­ing.  I’m not sure what exactly caused it, but I just felt emo­tional and all of a sud­den, there were tears run­ning down my face! I’m not sure who was my sur­prised, me or my friend who teaches the class.

Our morn­ing started out a lit­tle rocky. K, my 3 year old, is work­ing on learn­ing to use the potty.  A, my 2 year old, is get­ting new words at light speed and also work­ing on those stub­born 2 year molars.  Adding all that up, along with a tired mom, and putting it on top of miss­ing our music class, and there you have it.  Me.  Cry­ing.  In front of other people!!!

The day didn’t change all that much from there.  We went to a friend’s house and played out­side with some of their toys for a while.  We had lunch, rested, and got ready to play at the park.  We played with friends at the park, and we had sup­per with those friends.  All those things were good, but I still felt a bit blah.  I felt like I could either be snappy with the boys or be in tears if the right (or wrong) thing happened.

Most nights at our house, you will find Jason putting the boys to bed.  I am often putting away sup­per, clean­ing up the liv­ing room, exer­cis­ing, or doing any­thing else you can think of.  Jason usu­ally puts the boys to bed.  Tonight, our friends left our house a bit later than we expected.  We had a sec­ond round of hunger after we brushed teeth. Things just took longer, and both boys were tired and warm.  As Jason was read­ing books to them, I was walk­ing past their bed­room door, and I knew that I wanted to be with them.  K sat on my lap for a bit.  A gave me a cou­ple kisses, and the four of us sat together for a few min­utes before bed.

Then, came the most beau­ti­ful part of my day.  A laid down in his crib.  K got him­self set­tled with his pil­lows, blan­kets, and every­thing else he had col­lected.  I watched both of my chil­dren drift off to sleep.  Ini­tially, I was turned toward K.  He had asked me to rub his tummy.  As I was doing that, I was watch­ing his eyes.  They would droop a lit­tle, blink hard, and pop open.  Then, he looked at me and smiled a super sleepy smile.  Again, his eyes drooped and popped back open.  He did this a few times until when they drooped and he blinked, they didn’t pop.  They stayed shut.  After he had closed his eyes, I turned toward A.  He was lay­ing on his side.  He saw me turn over, and he gave me his super sleepy smile.  I watched as he tossed and turned a bit.  He pulled his legs up under him­self, turned his head back and forth a cou­ple times, and drifted into sleep.

After the not-so-great day we (I) had, I felt very hon­ored to have been a part of some­thing so sweet, so gen­tle, so beau­ti­ful.  What a bless­ing my boys are.