Shattered Glass and a Sweet Moment

I was having an emotional day to begin with. Money was tight, Mike was in New York, and it was 4:30 (which if you have kids--may agree, can be "nasty hour"). I was making dinner and Austin was looking in the cupboard by my feet. Suddenly, I hear the sound of shattering glass. (Nice to note, I had of course, just barely swept and mopped the floor) My blender that we got for our wedding, that I love, that we make smoothies all the time with, was in pieces all over the floor. That was it, I was in overload. I just crumpled on the floor and started crying. Thinking about it later, I realized that was probably the first time he had seen me cry like that. He had the most worried look on his face. Patting my leg, he said, “OH mommy, don’t cry. It’s okay. It was just an accident. Don’t cry mommy. I’ll give you a hug.” Then, as if he had a revelation, said to me with bright eyes excitedly, “Mommy we can go to the store and get another one!!” The sobs just kept coming, “We don’t have any money to get another one,” I blubbered in tears. He thought about it for a second and then said, again proud of himself, “I’ll go get some moneys, Mommy!” Oh little Austin, what would I do without you? So innocent and pure. What a precious son you are.

Continuing glass story…
Even after scouring the floor a second time for the day, 20 minutes later, I managed to step on a sneaky, hidden piece of glass. I was pulling it out, with Austin peering over my shoulder, and he said, “Mom, did you not cry when the glass hurt you??” I said, “No, I didn’t Austin.” Then, melting my heart, he smiled and said, ‘Ahhh, what a good Mommy we have.” Ahhhhh, no matter what you guys do, you sure do make being a mom worth every bit of it!