
Making beds is a big deal at our house. Everyone makes their bed when they get out of it in the morning. Period. Not much to debate there, that's just the way it is. Trust me, we have plenty of other topics that get plenty of negotiation....but not beds.
The other morning I went in to check Levi and Tanner's beds. Levi's looked pretty good but Tanner's was not looking so great. So then they know, they have to re-make it with me so we can go over the finer points of "bed-making"! Tanner thought he was done at one point and I pointed out a particularly lumpy spot. He huffed a little and fixed it. But his over zealous attempt to fix that part, pulled another part all out of whack. I showed him what had happened to which he responded, "Mom, it's fine. Who really cares??" "I care", was my reply. And then I got the biggest compliment of the day. In a very exasperated voice, Tanner yells, "Mom, why do you have to be such a, such a .....Parent???" Ahhhh, music to my ears. He couldn't understand why that brought such a smile to my face. He was hoping to have thrown out the worst thing he could think of......."why do you have to be such a Parent?" That's my job Tanner, that's my job.

2 comments:
you go girl...
Loved the music.
OH and the back ground.
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