Dear New Mommy Friend,
I thought about you and your first week back to work when I was loading the dishwasher last night. I had this memory of trying to squeeze 37 pump parts and bottle parts into the dishwasher every evening….and then trying to find a place for the real dishes. This too shall pass, and I’m pretty sure you won’t miss it. I’m guessing there were tears shed this week. Those are tears well spent, my dear.
I couldn’t be prouder of you this week. When you decided as a group, without my help, to include that little guy (who is very hard to include) in your kickball game, I just stood there in amazement. And you even let him take a turn as roller, the most coveted of positions. You made his day, his teacher’s day, and my day. You rock.
Dear Neighbor Kid,
Bubba adores you. And I don’t think it’s just because you wear sunglasses, but that’s at least one of the reasons. He wants to be just like you.
I like you. Do you like me? Check yes or no. You would think I would have learned my lesson with a very similar (and humiliating) note I passed in my sixth grade English class. Guess not.
Dear Person Who Eyed My Belly and Asked If I Was Expecting,
I thought of you as I grabbed my third cheddar biscuit at church dinner tonight. The only thing I’m expecting is a little self-control to show up one of these days.
This evening when you hurled on my new shoes, your only shoes, and my Bible, at least you missed Daddy’s computer. Thanks, and good aim.
Tonight when I was hosing the puke off the porch, I overheard your conversation with Bubba. You told him that what I was doing separated the good mommies from the great mommies. I thought the same thing about you (except good daddies/great daddies, of course) later as you calmly talked Chica down from her crazy fear of bugs for the umpteenth time. Thanks for protecting all of us from the scary things. I love you.