. . . around anytime things get rough and tough. My sister called me this afternoon needing a babysitter for my nephew Nathan. She had a dinner that she had to be at by 6:00, and my brother-in-law was stuck in construction in Ogden and it was anyone's guess as to when he would get home. So being the good sister that I am, I rushed as fast as I could in rush hour traffic . . .ha ha . . .(It's been a really long day and I'm tired. Humor me and laugh.)I'll tell you this much, at times when you're feeling like there aren't many people in the world that are remotely happy to see you, it sure makes you feel great when you walk in the door and one of your favorite people flips out because he's so excited that you're there. I am loved.
So almost immediately after my sister left, Nathan, who will be two years old on St. Patrick's Day, kept saying, "Pocket? Pocket?" and shoving toy cars in my pockets. Well, I'm not one to discourage a creative mind, and being the favorite aunt, I let him. And then when he tried to get the cars out of my pockets, he had some difficulty. "Stuck! Stuck!" he said, so I helped him pull them out so he could put them back in. I am loved.
He also said (or at least tried to say) many words I had never heard him say. I'll admit there are a few things I miss about not living with my sister. Anyway, besides pocket and stuck, he also said his versions of the following words, in no particular order: frog, snail, flower, duck, duckie, piggie, Elmo, eye, nose, head, dog, bear, teeth, pillow, bed, book, ball, dinosaur (at least I think that's what he said), come on (okay, that's more of a phrase, but when he does it while cocking his head in the direction he wants you to go, it's pretty freakin' cute), help, and thank you. How many two-year-olds do you know that can say thank you without any prompting? I am loved.
Okay, so he had a few tantrums when I would take his crackers away from him because all he was doing was licking them and then trying to put them back in the bag or when he would try to convey what he wanted and I could not understand him. But how can I let that get to me when he cuddles with me for an entire movie and even flips out when his dad tries to take him from me? I am loved.
So as I was about to leave, I went to get my kiss and squeeze (if you ask him for a hug he ignores you, but if you ask for a squeeze, he'll lay his head on your shoulder for a minute, so I make sure I get my squeeze) and then I said, "I love you," to which he promptly blew me a kiss. Now, I'm sure that for a lot of people, that's not that unusual. But my sister and I were quite surprised that his immediate response was to blow me a kiss because he had not done that for months. I am loved.
You can probably guess how I felt as I walked out of my sister's house tonight. It's very comforting to know that even when things seem to get difficult, you're important to the people that are most important to you. How can anyone complain about that?
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