It’s these evening hours, the witching hours no doubt, that can drive us all a little insane. The kids are tired, hungry, and…grumpy. Never a good combination in children, or adults for that matter. This evening is no different. I scramble to assemble some sort of dinner before my head implodes after hearing “Moommm…I’m hungry” for the millionth time. In extremely whiny voices no less.
There I am, scurrying around the kitchen, likely with a furrowed brow, when Little Sister walks up to me with her blankie and sparkly pink pony in hand. She stops, looks up and says “mommy, I’m tired”.
Something about her voice, the vision of her three year old smallness clutching her pink blankie and pony, makes me stop and I soften.
I scoop her up in my arms. There is music playing in the background. She lays her head on my shoulder and wraps her long legs around my waist. I start swaying to the music. Drops of Jupiter by Train, becomes our dancing music.
I can feel Little Sister’s body relax as we dance like this in the living room. For a moment, I forget the dinner, I forget about the toys scattered beneath our feet.
We are in the moment. Dancing and comforting each other. It was exactly what we both needed.
She may have said “mommy I’m tired”, luckily what I heard was mommy, dance with me.