Carson and I have been butting heads for the past few…well, actually forever. We go through stages where all’s well, but those times seem to be few and far between. The past few weeks have been particularly trying, to say the least. I keep not so jokingly telling people that I don’t know if Carson ever truly had colic as a newborn or if he was just born difficult for the sake of being difficult. Everyone reminds me that he’s only four, but sometimes his behavior is so disrespectful and shocking that I think, “Only four? No wonder I’m exhausted, I’ve been dealing with this for FOUR years.”
Today when I picked Carson up from school, his teacher told me that he had worked very carefully on their art project. He handed it to me, as proud as I’ve ever seen him, beaming from ear to ear.
“I made it for you, Mommy.”
I wonder if he knew that it was exactly what I needed?