His balloon floated up to the ceiling, too far for him to reach, but not too far for Daddy's Go-Go-Gadget Arms.
I prompted him with some signs, but Tucker put this broken sentence together:
If I keep my house immaculately clean, and am envied by all for my interior decoration, but do not show love in my family, I am just another housewife.
If I'm always producing lovely things - sewing, art, macramé; if I always look attractive and speak intelligently but am not loving to my family - I am nothing.
If I'm busy in community affairs, teach Sunday school, and drive in the carpool, but fail to give adequate love to my family - I gain nothing.
Love changes diapers, cleans up messes and ties shoes, over and over again.
Love is kind, though tired and frazzled.
Love doesn't envy another wife - one whose children are "spaced" better or in school, so she has time to pursue her own interests.
Love doesn't try to impress others with my abilities or knowledge as a mother.
Love doesn't scream at the kids.
Love doesn't feel cheated because I didn't get to do what I wanted to do today - sew, read, soak in a hot tub.
Love doesn't lose my temper easily.
Love doesn't assume that my children are being naughty just because their noise level is irritating.
Love doesn't rejoice when other people's children misbehave and make mine look good.
Love is genuinely happy when others are honored by their children.
From A Mother's Heart
As for Tucker... well, he has had better days. For starters, I didn't realize until Easter morning that my son no longer wears a 2T. He is a solid 3T now. Therefore, his Easter outfit was unfortunately the very wrong size.
His pants were an inch too short, his shirt wouldn't stay tucked in, his vest wasn't long enough, and his milk belly pooched out over the top of his pants. And when did I realize this would be his appearance for the day? Oh, a half-hour before we were to leave for church. Nice. Not my finest work.
I seriously thought about scratching the whole plan and going with something else in his closet, albeit worn before and not Easter-perfect enough. But, since I have recently been told that I seem to perpetually have my act together and can thus be intimidating, I decided to use this as an opportunity to show weakness in a very public way. My son wore his ill-fitting clothes to church, on Easter Sunday, of all days... such a pride buster for me!
To make matters worse, he was sick. Very sick. Like, four-Nebulizer-treatments-in-one-day kind of sick. A better mom would have kept him at home, but not me. It was Easter. I love Easter. Plus, he had new clothes to wear... such as they were.
He even opened his Easter Basket with his Nebulizer hard at work, settling his lungs. Poor guy.
Between breathing treatments, he played with Tyler and Abby, grazed on various yummy treats, and even played a song on the piano.
Tucker is signing cold.
You do have to keep Jell-o in the refrigerator, you know. But it added to the whole sensory integration issue for him, I think.
It was a great day. I really love Easter.
Our family - Easter 2008
Thankfully, my list was short.
In the end, I had the bulk items and dry goods I needed to make it through another month,
and I also had proof that my children can do this.
Whether they liked it is undecided, but since neither of them can talk, I get to be the judge.
One of my favorite people shared this quote with me recently:
"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable."
~ C. S. Lewis
The children were exhausted in every possible way, so they were ready to settle in for a long winter's flight. It took Tyler a while to quit trying to climb out of my arms and into the overhead compartments, but his warm bottle and cozy blanket did the trick. Tucker settled into his carseat without an argument, and thanks to a late departure, Frontier Airlines gave us all free TV viewing on the seatback in front of each of us.
A small price to pay to ensure a flight with a happy toddler.
Robb came home two days before the rest of us, and he surprised us by greeting us the old fashioned way: right there at the gate. He took advantage of some of the perks of traveling often, and he greeted us with a smile and lots of hugs as we stepped off the plane.
The boys were delighted beyond words. Tyler couldn't stop giggling, and Tucker kept patting Robb's leg and smiling at me. If he could, I know he would have said, "Look who I found, Mommy! Look who was waiting for us, all along!"
I love being the mom in this very special family of mine.