*My 1 year olds sparkle in her eye when this obnoxiously loud singing doll’s chest gets pressed, causing her to bop up and down doing her baby dance with the hugest grin on her face, and when she takes the doll in her arms and squeezes it tightly, appreciative of its song to her.
*My 8 year old son’s shyness when it comes to affection shown on TV or before him. For instance, people kissing, or dancing, he hides his head, bashfully and giggles, blushing with a huge grin.
*My 3 year old’s attempt to talk ‘big’ when he’s still pint-sized. Like just the other day, playing a video game with him and giving him his controller, only for him to tell me how “its complicated” as I was untangling the cords.
*My 12 year old, who is starting to look more and more woman-like, not talking to her best friend because her best friend was using foul language. My daughter might look more woman-like, but she’s still my little girl. Also, I love how she’s starting to get back into wearing skirts. Thank goodness!!!
*My 7 year old daughters half-empty mouth, as she can’t seem to stop losing all her baby teeth at once. The funny part? She was upset that she wasn’t losing them fast enough to keep up with my 8 year old, and now she can’t stop.
*How, even though my husband was away for almost the entire week, he walks into the house, hugs everyone tight, and fits right back into us, finishing our puzzle, as though he never left. You know, with having to go away here and there with the Army, and all its ups and downs as a result (as it is Murphy’s Law that everything bad happens when they go.. case in point, my last post), its like, everything is right as rain again and healed by his simple step through our front door.
It’s been an emotional week, especially the last couple of days. No matter how hard I try to stifle the emotion, my tears well up, even at the good stuff. My poor children can’t seem to make heads or tails of all of the emotion.
According to my mother’s doctor, she will wear a heart monitor, as they feel its a murmur or irregular heartbeat of some sort. I’m still very unsettled about it all, not certain this is the right diagnosis, as my mother has this way of sweeping things under the rug and sometimes not being forthcoming with doctors to avoid ‘the fuss’. I will continue to be cautious and to call her and my family a gazillion times a day until I can see for myself.
In the meantime, I’m going to go back to observing the things I love, trying to stop the faucet that is my eyes as of late, and enjoy the better part of my weekend with my family whole again. Oh, and calling my mother to talk every single second I can.