On Motherhood /3/ Guest Post...

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Welcome to the third in a series of motherhood posts, guest written by Amy, mother of two young boys, over at Raising Men, Finding Me.  I fell in love with her writing style instantly.  It's simple but adorned with the kind of beauty and insight that only authenticity can offer.  I feel so honored that Amy has agreed to share her intimate world of motherhood in her lovely and touching style once a month here on Wish List.  And I have a feeling she'll connect with so many of you mothers out there, perhaps in a way I can't.  Here are her words, her thoughts, all rooted in love.  Enjoy them.

Eleven cents.

There are some days when no matter how hard we try, my oldest son Aidan and I cannot get it together. I try to be patient and calm, and he tries to figure out what I need from him, but I am human and he is three. On these hard days when we break rather than bend, I remember this:

About a year ago, the boys and I were walking into town. They were enjoying their stroller ride. I, on the other hand, was grouchy and in need of coffee. Aidan asked to get out of the stroller and walk beside me. I obliged his simple request. Shortly thereafter, he found a penny on the ground. Pennies are treasures to him; he keeps them in a small, white piggy bank. When he collects enough pennies, we roll them and bring them to the local bank, where he receives a lollipop, preferably a blue one. It takes a long time to collect enough pennies to fill a roll, and even longer time for us to get to the bank, so finding one is a big deal for him. A few moments later, Aidan spotted a dime on the ground right outside of the coffee shop. A dime! He scurried over to collect it.

Once we were inside of the coffee shop, the baby began whining and Aidan was fidgety. While I was ordering, Aidan repeatedly tried to ask me a question. Annoyed, I ignored him. He was persistent. Finally, I whipped myself around to face him, ready to snap when I see his fist outstretched toward me. “Like to put this into the tip?” he hesitantly asked me. At first, I did not comprehend what he wanted to do. It took me a minute to calm down and figure it out, but then I got it. He wanted to put the money that he had found into the tip jar. I was stunned by his simple act of kindness. I did not even know that he knew what a tip was or that there was a tip jar. I stood for a moment staring at him incredulously.

I bent down and asked Aidan if he was sure that he wanted to leave his two treasures in the tip jar. I suddenly wanted to frame them, but he was resolved in his intent. The cashier was appreciative, but I am not quite sure that she understood what his gesture meant to me or him. It meant that he would have to wait longer to get a blue lollipop. It meant that even when I was not trying, he was getting something good out of our day. It meant that I needed to slow down and not assume that he was going to misbehave. Instead, I needed to believe in him, in his goodness, because I am his mama. Mostly, it simply meant that we were going to be okay.

Now, whenever I feel angry or frustrated with Aidan, I take a deep breath and think “eleven cents.” It has helped me to see him more times than not. And then I bend a little, and so does he.

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