This is my SuperGirl, otherwise known as Katherine. Â With two older brothers and a doting Daddy she can, at times, be a “POW”. Â No, not a “Prisoner of War”. Â In the Bryan household POW stands for “Piece of Work”. Â Yes, POW has had quite the week. Â Beating up a best friend, using “poopie head” in almost every sentence, and destroying the plantation shutters in her bedroom, has kept her busy. Â
Now, we don’t actually tell her she is a POW. Â She also isn’t always a POW. Â In fact, most days she is as sweet as can be. Â Well, many days, anyway.
I mention this because yesterday was a wee bit of a challenge for me, if you hadn’t guessed from my blog post. Â I allowed myself a nice glass of wine at the end of the day, because let’s face it, I deserved it after the day I had had! Â Looking back, it may have been more like two glasses of wine…. or so.
In any case, I woke up a little groggy this morning and heard the pitter patter of little feet.
“Momma, I barfed.”
I know that every mother out there has an instant flash of what the day will be like when they wake up to a declaration of barf. Â This is exactlyÂ where I was at 8am this morning.
Why is it that preschool children always have to barf on the days they would normally be going to school? Â
Why is it always on the day when the last drop of milk has been drunk and there are two slices of bread left? Â
I won’t pretend I didn’t enjoy staying in my jammies with her. Â This sweet child curled up in my lap and told me I was her “best Momma ever”. Â I love the “best Momma” moments. Â The fact that I am her onlyÂ Momma is lost on me. Â The images of yesterday wash away. Â All of the things I had to do today can wait. Â This child, my SuperGirl, is telling me a love story. Â The kind of story I want to last forever. Â This is totally worth being a barf Zamboni operator for. Â Â
I want everyone to know that I am no longer Queen of the “meanie stupid heads”. Â I am “best Momma ever”.Â
For today anyway.