Adrian loves to love me. Every day, multiple times, he’ll suddenly say:
“I love you too, Mom!”
“You’re the best mom. You’re my best mom ever!”
He also gives many compliments. Last week, he told me, “Wow Mom, that shirt is awesome! And your pants? They be awesome, too!”
We’ve also been having some rough mornings. His latest obsession is filling his backpack so full of books, clothes, toys, and stuffed animals that he can barely zip it, much less carry it. I limit what he’s allowed to take to preschool, and he throws mega tantrums when I reduce his stuffed backpack to necessary items only. This morning was no exception, and he was hysterically crying getting his shoes on.
I gave him a big hug. “I love you, Adrian. I’m sorry you are having a tough morning. I love you. You’re my best Adrian ever!”
I patted his back until he calmed down. For once after a tantrum, I actually felt like his best mom.