Anyone who tells you that magic isn't real, isn't a mom. As a mother, I witness sparks of magic quite often. You know, all those little sparks make up for the tough days when I drop into bed exhausted after the daily battle for sanity. (I'm not exactly sure who's winning that battle, however. Is it craziness or sanity? Talk amongst yourselves...)
Yesterday contained a magical moment that I felt I should share because sometimes all we need is a little spark, right? Well, perhaps you recall this post in which I chat about sacred P.B. (pink blanket) who is absolutely beloved by a certain 2 year-old resident of our home. If you've never been introduced to PB, go and read and come back when you're done. I'll insert a picture here of Q for those of you waiting.
Back? Great. Well, we now have 2 PBs: the original "little PB" who is the favorite and "big PB" who is more like a comforter-sort of blanket and who stays on Q's bed. Yesterday afternoon, little PB was missing at naptime which was sad-ish, but somewhat routine. Little PB was found a few hours later by a rocking big sister who proudly handed him over to a grateful Q. Here's the conversation that followed.
Elyssa: I found PB!
Mom: YEAH! (Jumping up and down, and making quite a fool of herself. See above question regarding the battle for sanity.)
Quinn: (happily) Sanks Wissie! Now I have little PB! (tone changes to somber) Big PB doesn't talk.
Mom: (slightly confused) Huh. Big PB doesn't talk?
Quinn: (matter-of-fact) No.
Mom: Does little PB talk?
Quinn: Yes.
Mom: What does little PB say?
Quinn: He says.....I love you....
Mom: (wiping tear and subsequent runny nose on asleeve special hankie) Oh. Wow. I love you too.
Magic. Just melts my heart.
Yesterday contained a magical moment that I felt I should share because sometimes all we need is a little spark, right? Well, perhaps you recall this post in which I chat about sacred P.B. (pink blanket) who is absolutely beloved by a certain 2 year-old resident of our home. If you've never been introduced to PB, go and read and come back when you're done. I'll insert a picture here of Q for those of you waiting.
Back? Great. Well, we now have 2 PBs: the original "little PB" who is the favorite and "big PB" who is more like a comforter-sort of blanket and who stays on Q's bed. Yesterday afternoon, little PB was missing at naptime which was sad-ish, but somewhat routine. Little PB was found a few hours later by a rocking big sister who proudly handed him over to a grateful Q. Here's the conversation that followed.
Elyssa: I found PB!
Mom: YEAH! (Jumping up and down, and making quite a fool of herself. See above question regarding the battle for sanity.)
Quinn: (happily) Sanks Wissie! Now I have little PB! (tone changes to somber) Big PB doesn't talk.
Mom: (slightly confused) Huh. Big PB doesn't talk?
Quinn: (matter-of-fact) No.
Mom: Does little PB talk?
Quinn: Yes.
Mom: What does little PB say?
Quinn: He says.....I love you....
Mom: (wiping tear and subsequent runny nose on a
Magic. Just melts my heart.
3 comments:
Soooooooooo sweet!! And loving that photo too! :):):):):):):):):):):)
Love the little moments :)
I am remembering "chat" and the subsequent loss. Magic continues.
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