Sometimes I have a terrible day and pray when I greet Chase at daycare that
1) he is happy to see me
2) he decides not to throw a temper tantrum the rest of the evening (which is a tougher wish more and more)
Very rarely are both goals met. Number two is usually the culprit.
Today I was worn down mentally and physically. Feeling beat up. All I wanted was to dwell on & pity myself.
As I walked into school, I prayed my 1 & 2. And today he knocked both out of the park. When he saw me, he cracked a big smile, opened his arms wide and cried out "DADA!"
Okay, obviously we need to work on that.
Regardless, he was excited to see me (or Dad's stand-in anyway).
I wanted to be alone to sulk, but Chase knew better. We met a lovely new friend on the bus, watched some middle-school kids play basketball, and waved to numerous strangers as we jogged the last block home. He minded all directions, ate his full meal, and went to bed like a dream. I almost don't believe it.
My little guy reminded me to see the silver lining. Not by looking for a great or amazing sign, but by seeing the Amazing and Great in the everyday.
Something as simple as the excitement on his face while he watches a bouncing ball or the smile of a stranger when Chase says High-Low (hello) in his tiny toddler voice. Sometimes that little guy can really turn my day around.
Thanks to Chase, it was indeed a good day.