Monday Morning Moment

Monday mornings.

Do we really need ’em?

Grumpy kids, cranky mama, rushing around realizing we’re out of bread right before I start making the lunches, damn dog pissed on the rug again (and why again did we decide to rescue that dog?), lost shoes, dirty uniforms, girls screaming while we try and brush through their eternally tangled hair, clock ticking, rifling through backpacks filled with last week’s schoolwork and then….

….I see this in Phoebe’s stack of school papers.

Friend Claire by Phoebe

And in the middle of it all, I am filled with that awesome fleeting feeling that tells me maybe we are doing something right.

Phoebes, my 6-year-old love fairy, choosing to write about her big sister Claire as her friend.

Happy Tuesday.

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7 Responses to “Monday Morning Moment”

  1. samara says:

    Love this, Lee! You are doing something right, that’s for sure!

  2. Karen says:

    so so so sweet – I wish we could all have someone say such amazing things about us – my favorite is “play nicley” – I try to do this on a daily basis, sometimes it takes work I tell you! to phoebe, it comes naturally…

  3. Amy says:

    Your little love fairy pretty much has it all summed up and all the sweeter that she speaks of her big sister.

    Love it!

  4. Ash says:

    Ugh, my heart! Girl, you’re doing something right and more. So much more.

    Nothing I love better than when I see my boys hug. Or when they say goodnight to each other. Or when they play together. Sigh.

    I need a hanky…

  5. Anna Lefler says:

    You are doing SO MANY things right, Lee! HUGE things!

    And, yes, it was – in fact – EPIC.

    Much love,

    Anna

  6. La Jolla Mom says:

    Hi Lee. Just stopping by to say thank you again for a fabulous (yes, epic) weekend. I can’t emphasize how much it helped point me in the right direction. I knew what it was, but needed a push. I’m totally inspired, motivated, and grateful.

    Have a great week!

  7. Oh man.
    My two girls — ages 4 and 6 — fight constantly — so I’m thinking I’m doing something dreadfully wrong.

    But I’m happy for you.

    Really.

    (Really.)

    XOXOXOXOXO!

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