As a mom, I am always trying to find new ways to do it better. Not to spoil Tank or try to create in him all the attributes I wish I had in myself. Being a good mom--to me--is about just being there with him and for him. So, I have a lot of little customs and traditions with Tank.
One is when he wakes up in the morning and I go into his room. I tell him that I missed him while he was sleeping. And then I ask him, "Is today a good day to be little?" He always says yes.
It's my job and my joy to make every day a good day to be little. Not to buy him everything he sees or to take him fabulous places. For Tank, like all children, a grown-up's time is the best gift in the world. For now, at least, a half-hour of Mommy lying in the floor playing Matchbox cars is better than a new toy...and I love that!
Having said that, it's time to admit that I am not above spoiling him a little!
Today, we were going to take him to the beach, but the weather didn't cooperate and unusually high tides were expected to flood the road out to the beach. So, we went with Plan B and took Tank to a pathetic little "carnival" that had set up in town. It was really sad and the gray evening did nothing to improve it. Ten old, creaky rides with the paint peeling off them and more lights missing than not were plopped down in front of the National Guard Armory and a sign that read "CARNIVAL!" directed us into a muddy parking lot. We were one of two families enjoying the big event.
But here's the thing: when you're little, it's magic! Tank didn't see the missing light bulbs and the peeling paint. He wasn't mentally calculating the odds that the guy running the mini-Scrambler was wanted in six states. To him, it was the biggest and best thing in the world.
And that's why every day is a good day to be little. It's the lesson I try to take from Tank...to see things with new, less cynical eyes once in a while.
To let the magic sneak back in.