Tonight the tears fell.
I could blame it on hormones (cause yeah...they are seriously whacked! Can you say snot bubbling cry at an ASPCA commercial) but I think it was just because I am a mom.
A mom who was not needed. At all. "I do it myself, thank you very much"
Buzz wanted a peanut butter sandwich and she wanted to do it by herself. Seriously, the child who will not sleep in her room because of the psychotic bunny who lives under her bed that is dead set on nibbling her toes, wanted to do this all by herself.
She pulled a chair up to the counter to retrieve all needed items.
I fretted she would fall off the chair.
She unscrewed the jar lid and pulled out two pieces of bread.
I figured she would forget what items she would need.
She picked out a knife to spread the peanut butter.
I put back the steak knife after a mild stroke and handed her the plastic spreader.
After 20 painstaking minutes, she was done spreading the sandwich and getting it reassembled.
I hovered (lip quivering) waiting to be asked to do something.
She never asked. Not once.
The tears fell.
It is amazing to me how fast they go from needing your every minute, to all of a sudden..."I do it myself" It is both heart breaking and a moment of pride when you realize that time is now. They can spread their own peanut butter, put on their own seat belt, tie their shoes and use the potty (with privacy PLEASE)
Of course she still can't sleep in her own bed. God bless the rabbit who keeps her needing me just a little bit longer.