It had just been one of those days. Nothing had seemed to go the way the young mother had planned and definitely not the way she had wanted. Ever since her husband had left for work it was one thing after another. Her three-year old Michael had been hyper all day, and he was only able to be outside for a minute before he came back inside trailing mud all through the house onto the new carpet. Oh, it might be good to note that the reason he walked on the carpet was that he was trying to show his six-month old sister a worm he had found. While showing Baby Mariah the worm, Michael dropped it right on her face sending her into a screaming frenzy. The young mother spent the next hour calming the baby and crawling on her knees cleaning the floor and scrubbing the carpet. Michael busied himself with his toys while his mother returned to finish the laundry she had begun two hours earlier. She had barely touched the first shirt to fold it when she heard a small thud and Michael bursting into tears. Having rushed downstairs, she found Michael had hit his head on the corner of a table and was crying out in pain. Luckily for Michael, a mom's kisses and hugs heal a "owie" almost instantly. With Michael running about and playing in his own little fashion, his momma looked at the clock to see it was time to feed Mariah. It seemed that the whole day was patterened after the first few hours. The to-do-today list seemed impossible to get to as the young mom went from one child to the other till she felt she would fall over from exhaustion. She barely managed to get dinner on the table in time for when her husband returned home from work. Life always seemed more calm after dinner; of course, it always helped that Michael had a habit of spending time with his daddy after dinner. The two hours between dinner and bedtime were golden for the young mom, and these two hours had her rushing to get everything possible accomplished. Bedtime approached in the blink of an eye, and yawning Michael and Mariah were soon being tucked in bed. Michael always made his parents laugh at bedtime. He loved to play with his dad so much he would insist he was not tired; the words could not leave his mouth without him opening his little mouth as wide as was possible in a sleepy yawn. This happened every night, and every night he had to be carrried to bed because he was falling asleep standing up. Little Mariah was always asleep before she had been carried to her bed. The exhausted momma lovingly tucked the blankets over her sleeping children and kissed them goodnight. She could not help but look at their little faces as they slept so peacefully. She was tired, and it seemed like she always was; but oh, how she loved them. She quietly began to step out of the room when she heard a little voice.
"Mommy," whispered (Well, it was an attempt to whisper. It seems little boys have a difficult time understanding how to whisper quietly.) Michael.
"Yes, Sweetie. What is it?" replied the mother, expecting a request for yet another drink of water.
"I love you all the way to the airplanes," said Michael. His voice inflections made his mom smile; to him an airplane was as high and far away as one could possibly be.
"Well, I love you even further than the airplanes," replied the momma.
Michael's eyes got as big as they could be while he was falling asleep. "Wow, that's a lot, Mommy." No sooner had he said those words than his mom heard his heavy, steady breathing. Her baby boy had fallen asleep with a sweet smile on his face thinking of how much his mommy loved him. The mother stood at the door as if time had frozen. These little moments made all the difference in her rough days. Her smile faded as she realized that her baby boy would grow up before she knew it. It seemed like only yesterday he had been born, but already three years had passed. She remembered something she had not thought of in a long time. Nothing will be exactly the same as it is right at this moment. There may be a similar moment, but the one she is in right now only happenes once.
With that thought, the mother continued her journey of motherhood. There were many more rough days, but even then she had learned to cherish each moment as imperfect as it may have seemed.
This one is for you, Momma. I love you!!
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