I was crying one morning because the house was thrashed and after praying and reading my scriptures and taking a nap (at 9:15AM!) and writing in my journal, I still could not scrounge up the energy to tackle all the work that needed to be done to take care of my family. Bennett saw me crying and this conversation followed:
Bennett: Mom, you okay?
Me: Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just crying a little bit.
Bennett: Why you crying? Who punched you?
Me: Nobody punched me, sweetie, I'm just crying because I wish I had more energy.
Bennett: Does your tummy hurt?
Me: Yeah, my tummy does hurt a little bit.
Bennett: Why does that baby give you owies?
Me: That's just what happens sometimes.
Bennett: Here, mom have a drink (handing me my cup) It will help you tummy feel better.
Me: Oh thank you Bennett, that's very thoughtful of you.
Bennett: Okay, now you can be really happy, okay mom?
Me: Yes, I will be happy and stop crying.
Bennett: Yeah, now you can stop crying and just be happy. . . . Are you happy, Mom?
(And he continued to ask me if I was happy for the next 10 minutes.)
I had several brass players at my house one afternoon to practice their solos for solo & ensemble. Bennett has a fascination with instruments lately, thanks to his interest in the Little Einstein's show. When the first one started playing he said, "Oh, nice, you playin' the tramboon!" (trombone)
Hayden: Are you happy being a Mom?
That question cut me to the heart. I think he was just curious, but this pregnancy was a tough one emotionally. I ended up going on medication for pregnancy-induced depression and until we got all of that figured out, I was kind of a basket case. I cried A LOT. And even though I tried to wait until I was alone, my kids saw me in tears quite often. So it made me sad that Hayden had to ask me if I was happy being a mom. I LOVE being a mom. I wouldn't give it up for anything in the world. But being a mom is hard sometimes and being pregnant makes it even harder. And, it makes me cry more than usual! I explained that to Hayden, but I also thought that I need to make sure my kids see me loving being a mother. Working on that.
Bennett: I am great at playing games and watching shows!
Bennett: Mom! The birds just flew away! Okay, birds, you better come back here. I count to three.
One . . . two . . . three!
Okay, birds, now you get a spankin on you bottom!