Right now, I am the funniest, coolest, most comforting person in her world. I can make her smile just by asking her, "What are YOU doing?" She cannot contain her giggles when I put her own feet on her head and tell her they are stinky. She has no idea what "stinky" means or what feet are, but it's still her favorite joke.
Even when we have plans that disrupt her nap and I know she is completely exhausted, she sees that it is me waking her up and she smiles. "Oh good! It's YOU!" her face beams.
Lily is rarely grumpy, but it does happen. Bubba, Nora, and Gray are calming enough most of the time. Sometimes, though, she just needs me to snuggle her or talk to her.
Nora and Gray remind me that this unfailing adoration of me won't last long. While I'm still pretty cool and kinda funny to my older two, they are old enough to understand that I am flawed. They still look to kiss bonks and cool fevers, but they are old enough to hold a grudge when I take away toys or snap frustrated commands. Lily might've been furious with me while I was making her cry herself to sleep Wednesday night. By Thursday morning, though, she forgave me, and I was back on my pedestal.
While it is a nice feeling to be perfect in some one's eyes, I also know that I'm not. And Lily will learn that eventually. I know my kids aren't perfect either. But that does't stop me from thinking that they are all three the funniest, coolest, most comforting people in my world.
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