“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.