Hero

“Mommy, you’re a hero.”

Guess what I did to earn that status?

I helped Ellie find a black colored pencil.  This may seem simple, but we have a lot of colored pencils.  A lot.  Daniel got the kids the ultimate-jumbo-mega-takes-half-an-hour-to-pick-em-all-up-after-Julia-dumps-em-all-out pack.  Did you know that dark brown, navy blue, burnt brown, and deep blue look a lot like black on the outside?

I like being a hero.  I’ll be honest, though.  Most days I don’t feel much like a hero.

Some days I feel tired and grumpy and mean and frumpy.  Then a little person will come sit in my lap and I am reminded that just being here, being present is its own awesomeness.