“I love them. I love them. I love them”. I remind myself as I chant this mantra these last few days before school begins. The chaos that seems to have consumed my house these last weeks has brought me to a boiling point. Their incessant need for me to watch them perform one more show, listen to one more song they play on the piano or look at one more picture they’ve drawn… if I have to play one more game of make believe I think I will poke my eyes out!
“Mom, can I…”
“Mom, will you…”
“Mom, watch this!”
But then at night, as I tuck them into bed, reading them one last story, getting them one last sip of water, turning on that hall light to scare away the monsters, and leaving the door open “just a little bit”- I remember that I DO love them. The house is quiet and my kids are perfect. Yes, I love my children so powerfully and so profoundly… when they are sleeping.