I love the talks I get with Coco at bedtime. There’s always this golden moment where I’m being a good mom and she’s being a perfect angel. I like it this way. For a split second I feel inspired and encouraged.
Like I said, it’s a golden “moment” meaning that it doesn’t last long. That magical bubble will invariably be popped by the demands of a three year old. Things like potty, sippy cups, and three-year-old logic usurp my position as queen of the world…and that’s ok.
Here’s what happened the other night….
Coco: “Mommy, I love you to the moon.”
Me: “I love you, too. You’re my special girl.”
Coco: “But you’re not my friend. You’re my mommy, but not my friend.”
Me: “Well, we can be special friends someday because mommies and daughters have a special love.”
Coco: “But not right now.”
Me: “Well…We’re special friends now, Coco.”
Coco: “But Mommy, I need to tell you a secret: the hyenas are coming.”
Me: “Ok, Coco. I love you too.”