Earlier today I was browsing through the pictures of my daughter’s 8th birthday party.
And I came across this gem.
Child, not only did I tote you around inside me for 9 months, struggle to lose the weight you imparted on me, pay people to watch, entertain and educate you. I drove and drug you through camping trips, hunting trips, Washington D.C., multiple national monuments, the beach, Moody Gardens, and Tennessee to stay on a house boat. Twice.
I drove to Dallas and bought you this doll for your 8th birthday. I make your cakes, plan your parties. I make sure you have food and clothes and brushed hair. Well. Sometimes brushed hair. We say our prayers, read fairy tales, have play dates, piano lessons, church camps and 4-H shows.
And THIS, my friends, is the look I get.
This look says something along the lines of “I think you are ridiculous mom”.
I know this is probably the first of many ‘looks’ I’ll be getting the next few years. We are rapidly approaching double-digits.
Still, there are these expressions…….
And these, these are the expressions that make it all worth while!
No matter how many eye-rolls, blazing glares or exasperated sighs I get over the next few years, I’ll know that deep, down, there is a sweet smile waiting to shine through!
It just might take awhile.