CREDOS:Memories — II

But her willingness to help and her eagerness to learn how to do what her mommy is doing melts my heart, and I say, “Okay, you can help,” knowing it will probably take twice as long. As supper is about ready, my husband comes home from work and asks, “What did you do today?”

I answer, “Let’s see, we watched her favourite show and we played a game and read a book. I did the dishes and vacuumed; then with my little helper, I fixed supper.” After supper, Erica says, “Let’s bake cookies.” “Okay,” I say, “let’s bake cookies.” After baking cookies, once again I am staring at a mountain of dishes from supper and cookie baking.

No sooner have I tackled those dishes than my little sweetie comes tugging at my shirt, saying, “Could we take a walk?” “Okay,” I say, “let’s take a walk.” The second time around the block I’m thinking about the mountain of laundry that I need to get started on and the dust encompassing our home. When we get home, my husband asks, “Where have you been?”

“We’ve been making memories,” I say. “Mommy,” she says, “will you lie with me until I fall asleep?” “Yes,” I say, but inside I’m thinking, I hope she falls asleep quickly so I can get up; I have so much to do. About that time, two precious little arms encircle my neck as she whispers, “Mommy, nobody but God loves you as much as I do.”

I feel the tears roll down my cheeks as I thank God for the day we spent making memories. —