What did you say??!!!

Children can say the "darndest" things!

It was a crazy week. Between working at Born Again Blessings (watch video here), my mother-in-law visiting and getting ready to start school, I didn't have a lot of time for my children, and Superhero felt it the most.

I started out the day explaining to them why Mommy was going to be in the basement. I put Ponygirl in charge of immediate supervision and went to work. Of course, I was still within ear shot and available for emergencies, but I had to iron, hang and tag items, oh my!!

I could have predicted it, had I used my brain. The inevitable screaming from Princess and Superhero meant that they were fighting... again. They are only 19 months apart in age, so they play and fight with each other intensely.

I brought Superhero down in the basement with me to separate the two "middles" and went on my merry way to iron, hang and tag... iron, hang and tag... rinse and repeat.

Well, Superhero was doing everything he could to push my buttons – playing with things he knew he shouldn't, jumping around and all together being an active child who was being cooped up too much.

I never stopped to see the warning signs, nor did I even look up at him when I corrected him.

Then, out of the blue (to my thinking), Superhero started crying and said, "Mommy, it seems like you don't like me today!"

He might have just as well taken a knife, cut my chest open and ripped out my heart. I think I even gasped, I was so surprised.

Of course, in hindsight, I see now why he said that. The chaos level in the house was so high the last week getting ready for three different events that I just haven't been there. Yes, I was in the house, at least my body was there, but my mind was in a million other places.

So, what did I do?

I put down the iron (unplugged it, too), sat down on the couch and brought Superhero onto my lap. I wrapped my arms around him and told him how much I like him. I also told him that I love him, but he needed to know that I liked him too. He needed to know that I don't just love him, but I enjoy him and his company. That I choose to be around him, not just tolerate him.

I hate that it had to come to that, but my heart is soaring as well, because he shared his heart with me. My newly 5-year-old was able to express what was in his heart. He never even accused me (which would have been easier to refute), he just told me how he felt.

All in all, it was a fairly sweet moment.

After I got over the guilt, anyway...