I am in step three of the sun salutation drying my hair when I feel a “beat beat beat” on my head. I look up enough to see two skinny legs and make out a giggle over the roar of the hairdryer.
As I raise up I get a hug from the cutest eight year old on the planet. However endearing this is, I’m still trying to get my hair dry. The hugger is relentless. So I turn the dryer on him which creates hysterical laughter and lots of wiggling.
I figure the only way to get some peace is to give him a job.
“Ben, pick out a shirt for me to wear today.”
Did I just ask if he wanted a puppy? I’m pretty sure I didn’t but the enthusiasm is similar.
During the lengthy and thoughtful search, my arduous beauty task is finally accomplished.
“Here! This one is pretty Mommy.”
He does well.
“Good one, Ben! Thanks!”
He goes into the other closet. “And here! Wear this underneath.”
This time he doesn’t do as well.
“Um, I think I have another shirt that is better… but thanks…”
I’m not even finished with my sentence when something else grabs his attention and he and my sweater flee the room.
“Ben! I need my shirt!”
He comes flying back into the room and I swear his feet never touch the ground. How does he do that?
“Let me help you put it on.”
“Oh, I got it buddy. Strangely enough I have been dressing myself for years.”
I get another hug and an affirmation that I look pretty.
With the eager spring sun shinning through the bedroom window and a morning that starts like this, I know it will be a good day.
