We tell them to get their own cups and water when they're thirsty. If they make a mess, they pick up a rag and clean it up. If they need a new shirt, they go downstairs and get it.
So I should not have been surprised when my 3-year-old woke me up this morning crying because he couldn't clean the throw up off his bed. He tried. He changed his pajamas. He got rags and wiped the bed, the floor, the toilet. But in the end, he couldn't get it. And right when he's telling me this at 4am, he suddenly needs to puke again, and runs back to the toilet, this time with me on his heels.
Poor little guy. I felt so bad to imagine him on his own throwing up, then feeling like he needed to clean up his mess. Then he cried because he wasn't successful.
I sure love my little people. They might be holy terrors half the time, but they are so sweet and helpful the rest of the time! And really... things like this just show me how much they want to please us and do what's right.
Here's to being a mom!
