I’ll Drive
I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry…both because of how cute and sad it was at the same time.
Friday as my children and I spent a day together at home, my oldest grabbed my car keys and headed out the door ahead of me to “unlock” the car. It’s one of his new favorite things to do. At three, he likes to try and navigate the key into the hole and turn it to open the doors for me. He’s a big helper. In both senses of the phrase.
He’s such a big helper, that as I stepped out the door behind him into the warm beautiful day (it’s summer…nevermind spring), he said to me over his shoulder as he walked to the car, “I take Mommy to da dot-tor.”
Yeah, guess where I go all the time. Or so it seems to a three year old. To the dot-tor.
I’m going again on Tuesday for my second spinal injection. After a weekend of hurt…that my lovely regular strength Tylenol can’t touch…I’m SO ready to get on with things. It’s not only spring outside, but the yard needs work, I’d love to get running and get off the rest of this stubborn baby weight, and my three year old wants me to drive trucks and run around the yard with him.
He’s probably sick of me saying, “Mommy can’t.” I’m in my 30s, not my 90s.
He also thinks that he can “tiss” it and make it all “bedder.” Ah, the innocence.