Story by Nikki Pennington
“Mom, this is the best day ever”
That’s what my oldest said to me right before I took this picture.
I stopped to think about our day and I could not find anything extra special about it.
We didn’t buy them any toys, we didn’t go on a lavish play date to a fancy park.
That night I asked him what made today the best day ever. He said, “It was when we went on a yard sale hunt. It was when we held hands with Dad in the parking lot. It was when you let me pick out the color of paint for our room. It was when you turned the music up really loud, rolled down the windows and we sang at the top of our lungs. It was when you held my hand in the store and we snuck off just me and you to go look at the pretty lights. It was the best day of my life.”
I think as moms we get so caught up in trying to make sure every day for them is the best day ever that we forget what the best day ever really looks like to them.
It doesn’t look like toys or play dates or amusement parks.
It looks a lot like holding hands, it looks a lot like letting them see a glimpse of us, the us before we became mom and dad, it looks a lot like our time in the ordinary everyday things because that’s where the best days ever are found.
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