As I finished making Cal's bed tonight, having gotten some help from him (where "help" means that he secured one corner of the bottom sheet onto his mattress), I increased the level of encouragement I had been laying on him to pick the book he wanted me to read to him. I don't know if it was my delivery or if he had been watching me, but he sensed something that was telling him that I was tired and/or struggling.
He asked me, "Do you wish you weren't a mom?"
Taken aback by the question that seemed to come from left field, I immediately responded honestly, "No, why do you ask?"
"Because being a mom is hard work," he answered. "You have to waaaaaaash clothes. You have to connnnnnstantly yell at your kids. You have to send your kids to school E-V-E-R-Y day." He then paused.
He had hit on three things that I do in my role as a mom, but I had to ask, "What else? Anything else?"
"No, that's it."
Ahhh... if only. It must be nice to live in his little world.
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