Naomi's Heart

Kids say the darndest things. Yesterday afternoon the girls were scrapping and Myles had just gotten up from a nap when I made the announcement that we were going outside to blow off some steam. That didn't go over well considering that it was pretty cold out - but mom's win most of the time so out we went (literally kicking and screaming albeit).

The kids decided to clean all the snow off the trampoline so they had a fun time throwing snow around with their shovels, which lead to a snowball fight -- kids against mom. Which lead to Naomi (accidentally) getting a fistful of soft snow right in the face. Let's just say that I wasn't very popular at that moment.

A couple of hours later, I repeated the kicking and screaming to drag them inside for dinner. Immediately, the girls started scrapping again. Admittedly I had little patience left over from a long day and my voice was "slightly elevated" when I went to deal with them. A few minutes after I returned to the kitchen to make dinner, Naomi came downstairs.

"Mom, my heart is breaking."
"Oh Naomi, why is your heart breaking?", I said.
"Well mom, I just don't feel loved."
"I'm sorry that you feel that way Naomi, because I love you so much."
"Well mom, face it . . . my heart is breaking."
"Naomi, what does a person do to make you feel loved?"
"Gives me hugs and kisses, doesn't get mad at me and gives me money to go to Dollarama."

So I gave her a huge hug and kiss, apologized for my anger and asked her, "Do you feel loved now?".
"Well I think my heart is slowly healing, but if you gave me some money and helped me find my missing cheetahs it would be all better."

The emotional trials and tribulations of a five year old! Can't wait till those teen years!

Sigh.