Giggling and Snuggling at 3:00 A.M.

     One of my favorite people in the whole world is also one of the best moms I know.  I wish I had known her when I was a young mother.  She would have been an inspiring example for me to follow.
     She relayed the following incident to me yesterday which exemplifies the type of mom she is.
      Her youngest came sleepily down the stairs at 3:00 a.m.  He went into his parent's room holding a crumpled Spiderman bandaid in his little fist.
     "Mommy, Mommy," he whispered.
      His mom groggily said,  "Hi, honey.  What's the matter?"
     (Now that alone shows me that this woman was meant to mother.   I don't know if I would be so pleasant at 3:00 in the morning.)
      So, the little guy said, "Mommy, my boo-boo is all better.  I don't need my bandaid anymore."
      "That's good, honey," she said.  "Let's just put it on the table over here.  We'll throw it away in the morning."
      The little guy said,  "Okay, but Mommy, can I snuggle with you?"
     "Sure, honey, climb in."
     (Again I don't know if that would have been my response.  I probably would have told him that he needed to get back into his own bed.)
     After the little guy started to get sleepy, his mom said, "Come on, honey, lets get you back to bed."
     As she carried him up the stairs, the little guy said, "Mommy I had an imagiation last morning."
     "What was your imagiation about honey?" Asked his mom.
     The little guy began to tell his mom about his dream (or in his words "imagiation").
     But whenever he would try to tell her about the big fat white cat that he dreamt about, he would start giggling, barely able to get past the words big and fat.
     His giggling was infectious and his mom began to laugh with him every time he would start to tell her about the "big fat..."
     She laughed so hard, her eyes began to water.
     This is why I love this mom.  She does something that I am not sure I always did.  She simply enjoys her kids.   She takes delight in the way they may mispronounce words.  She plays "let's pretend to be a pirate and cross the shaky bridge to find the gold" over and over again.   She is touched when her little girl says, "Mommy, thank you for taking me to the beach today."
And says, "She is such a sweet little girl."
     May I just add that this mom is married to one of my other favorite people and also one of the best dads I know. 
     This special couple is struggling with a difficult decision.  Not a life or death decision, but none the less, one which may have an effect on her future career plans.  
     I wish I could make it easier on her.  I have confidence that she will make the choice that is the best solution for her and her family.    

I have created a page for Anna's Diary.  It can be found under the Tab titled Anna's Diary.

I have posted all of the entries to date there, starting with January 1, 1929.

Here is today's entry from Anna:
Sat. March 16 1929
Home until five.  Edythe called - went to Hoboken in her car to get tickets for show.  Dinner there.  Rode in rumble seat.  Went to St. Pat's card party at Peg's about 9.  Baby at 360 over night.  Home with Jean & the Segraves.