Monday, February 14, 2011
He loves me, he loves me not
The Middle Child, age 5, came to me yesterday, dressed in a tutu and fairy wings, but eyes downcast.
"Mom," she said, " I have to make sure I wear at least one beautiful thing to school each day, it's very important."
"Why?" I asked.
"Tyson used to like me the best, but now he said he likes Pyper the best. I need to look pretty so that he will like ME again."
I cuddled her into a big hug, and assured her that the best kind of boy to like are the ones who like you from the inside out, for being smart, funny, creative first of all, and not primarily for being pretty (which she certainly is). I told her that when boys get older, they don't change their minds so much, and that her Daddy chooses to love me the best every day.
Right at that moment, my husband returned from running an errand with a huge bouquet of pink roses as an early Valentine's gift for me. Both of our eyes lit up. The Middle Child smiled.
"You are right, Mommy, someday I want to marry a boy like Daddy."
I'm sure glad I did. He loves me :-)
Wishing you all lots of love this Valentine's Day! XOXO