Wednesday, February 21, 2018

I like you

I shouldn't be writing this.  It's the dead of Winter and everything seems...well, dead, or dying, or sick.  I'm just your average mom in the USA who hasn't left her house much because just when we get done circulating one sickness and I can breathe again, the school nurse calls me and tells me to high-tail it down there to pick up a crying child.  Or, (God bless her), my son's friend's mom called me to tell me my son had puked all over her living room carpet.  And me-well, I don't have time to be sick, but unfortunately, I had to make the time and also unfortunately, my toilets, my sinks, my floors, my drawers and my husband have all noticed as well.  How many times does one become bedridden without becoming depressed?

 I certainly have an appreciation for those of you out there and bedridden and sick for forever.  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry you have to go through this flu, this sickness, this cancer, this old-age thing.  I'm sorry there is not a ray of sunshine shining through your window right now.

Honestly, I've been super thankful for the Olympics, Disney, Adventures in Odyssey, the actual onion-thin pages of the Bible and the creators of This is Us for the last couple months.  Thank you for helping me get through this season.  Oh, and the book, Hillbilly Elegy.  If you haven't read it, you should.  If you like true stories.

Which brings me back to Disney.  And my June-bug.

It all started a couple weeks ago, when, in between sickness, I went to observe June in her classroom.  I usually do this once a year to check out her situation, since she can't really tell me what's going on at school.  Usually she ignores me completely while I sit at the back of the class.  I usually see her happy at circle time, steal a kiss, she wipes it off, then I leave.  I breathe a sigh of relief that things were as good as I had imagined.

Well, this time was different.  Upon entering the classroom, she turned completely around in her chair and stared straight at me.  She kept giggling like the secret was out.  "Guys. My MOM is here.  Can you believe it?"  She kept making eyes at me, and while I was trying to ignore her, I really sat there mesmerized and in disbelief.

She notices me I thought.

She likes me.  LIKES me.  I can't even believe it.  My 8 year old likes me!

I grabbed her little cheeks and looked her in the eyes and said
Mommy sees you.  And I like what you are doing here.  Thank you for having me in your class.  
I love you.
And I walked out of the classroom.
And she didn't follow me.  She sat in her little chair in the circle at the front of the classroom because that's what little third graders do.

A week later I was watching Frozen with my 5 year old. We were both sick and snuggled up on the couch.  All of the sudden June came barreling into the room and squished her body right next to mine and put her hand in mine.  I was startled.
Oh!  You want to actually watch a movie with me?  
Okay....well this has never happened.... 
And she watched the entire second half of the movie with us.
On the couch.
With her hand in my hand.
She kept looking up at me and smiling as if to tell me
Mom I like you.

I know it doesn't seem like much to some of you.  But this is HUGE for our family.  We are not your typical family that sits down and watches a movie together while mom and dad lay there zonked.  It simply doesn't happen because June doesn't care to or doesn't have the attention span for a movie.  And not that she will for every movie, but this is a small window for me into learning that she is growing up just a little, and if we have to watch Frozen once a month as a family, we will.
Because it feels so normal.

This morning my 5 year old handed me a slip of paper.  And I almost cried.



Do you?
Do you really?
Because
In between the
Iloveyous
hugsandkisses
Momineedyous

It sure is nice to be liked.

June's new happy spot.  I like it.





4 comments:

  1. Beautiful writing. Beautiful to be noticed. You make a difference each day. I see God through you- a gift to others. Thank you for that gift.

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  2. So special... These moments are treasures in the day to day... The other day Asher wrote "i ❤ u" on the post it I use to mark my lesson book.... It's just so wonderful when kids reciprocate our love.

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  3. I so appreciate your sharing your story...you are amazing and so inspiring to me. I was catching up on your blog and often have tears streaming down my face as I read it. The weight of glory is so evident in in the hard, hard acts of love and service that you do each day. Big hugs to you and your precious family, friend!

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