No matter how much
yelling or shouting I do,
I love you. Always.
Today was a tough one.
The Babe was full of some intense highs and lows and I did more yelling than I’d care to admit. I’m sure we’re beginning to get a bit stir crazy from the combination of sickness, teething, and being stuck in the house this weekend.
After an intense post-bath ritual, The Babe refused to put her diaper on and I wasn’t in the mood to wait it out. I was about to use a stern voice when The Babe looked me square in the eyes with a scowl on her face, crossed her arms, and did her best Stern Mama voice.
It was low and guttural and so funny that I couldn’t hide the laughter even if I wanted to.
I wish I could say that bedtime was perfect after that. It wasn’t. She freaked out because I told her story time was over, which is usually code for “I’m over tired and I need to go to sleep right now.”
So we just sat there and snuggled. I smelled her hair and gave her soft kisses and started to reflect on our day. I may not always handle myself in the most appropriate (or calm) way, but I always have love in my heart for that little girl.
And I do my best to tell her as much every day.
Regardless of how good or bad our day was, I want The Babe to know that I love her no matter what. Starting with the giggles, the snuggles, and the best day ever’s all the way through to the tantrums, the refusing to eats, and the time out’s.
Whenever the intensity has settled down, or we’re snuggling together at the end of the day, I try my best to reiterate it. To say that I love her, even when.
Even when I yell or get upset.
Even when she asks for the hundredth time to watch a video.
Even when she’s throwing a tantrum, refusing to get her diaper changed, or doesn’t want to eat what I’ve put in front of her.
Love is always underneath it all.