Yesterday Bardo decided that he needed to bang on the pans. Grandma B. has told me many times that pot-banging makes kids smart so I let him have at it. Pippi, born with sensitive ears, started to pry the pot-banging tool out of Bardo's hands much to his distaste (he gave a high-pitched scream and started writhing on the floor). I told Pippi that it was okay for him to bang. She told me it was hurting her ears and then got a bit sassy. I told her that she could go to her room. She ran to her room with a shriek of abnormal pain and disappointment.
For some reason, I decided to follow her. I took a look at her and said, "You look like you need a hug." She leapt into my arms, crying, "Mom, I just felt like you loved Bardo more then me...But I'm okay now."
Love is something if you give it away, give it away, give it away
Love is something if you give it away, you end up having more
It's just like a magic penny
Save it up and you won't have any
Spend it, lend it, and you'll have so many
They'll roll all over the floor
Love is something if you give it away, give it away, give it away
Love is something if you give it away, you end up having more
Every once in awhile I get it right, and it feels SO good.
3 comments:
Oh! What a sweet moment! Thanks for sharing it.
You're so smart.
What an intuitive mom you are. Love the story!
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