You’re my prettiest mommy.
Our hair can be in curlers, we can be dripping in sweat from the gym, we may even be covered in cake batter from a project gone awry, but in that moment, our children will look at us, and believe we are the prettiest person they’ve ever laid eyes on. No, they haven’t seen a picture of Heidi Klum, and they haven’t noticed Sandra Bullock’s perfect butt, but we are their object d’art, and that’s all they need in the world.
I remember last Valentine’s, when I was the World’s Grumpiest Mom, and my son turned to me and said, “Mommy, if you’re pretty, people should give you flowers. You’re the prettiest Mommy, so I want to give you flowers.”
No one can be Scroogey after that.
You look beautiful today, Mommy.
This has the same implication as being the prettiest mommy, except it’s more specific. Maybe it’s a new sundress, new boots, a new hair style, or the smile on a mom’s face when she realizes it’s the weekend, but it’s been noticed, appreciated, and admired by the tiny humans.
For me, it’s probably because I finally stopped wearing scrubs, and my hair’s actually fixed. I mean, there’s only so much willpower to style hair at 0500.
My mommy is very strong, she has really big muscles.
Heck yea. This is a new one for me, but it speaks to all the gym-going mommies. It used to be that only Daddy was strong. Only Daddy could slay dragons. Only Daddy could scare off monsters.
Mommy can beat up the bad guys, and ward off evil with her big, strong muscles. Yeah.
In those moments when we feel weak, when we feel frayed, and when nothing is going right in the world of Momdom, it’s the words spoken from our tiniest of humans that make us feel pretty darn amazing.
What are your tiny people telling you?