Yesterday, with 5 minutes left to go in Sunday School, I got a tap on my shoulder. I turned to find a nursery worker telling me I was needed. I feared the worst (which would require a change of clothes), but it turned out Julia was just "having a rough day," as she would say. I guess she was having meltdown after meltdown, and Sister Potter decided it was time to come get me when she was at the door crying, "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" So I went in, and saw the little tears still on her face. I gave her hugs, kissed her cheeks, and told her everything was ok. I read her a book, she looked through my bag, she rode the horse, and then it was time for me to get back to Relief Society, since I was the teacher. I felt bad leaving her, but I had to. And I think she did OK after that (though they could have just told me that to be nice).
I'm so glad that I am that kid's mom. That she wants me to comfort her when she is sad. That my hugs have the power to make tears disappear. The rest of my Mothers Day was great, lots of love and attention, but that 15 minutes was probably the best part, because it demonstrated perfectly that I am the Mom. And I'm so grateful to be just that.
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