Today in my teenage angst, I was unwanted.
The title of this post is a misnomer as children actually love me; and I love them.
Yesterday afternoon I went to take care of a friend's kids while she went to a benefit. We had a grand time. We did the usual. Paint the nails, read the stories. They entertained themselves for close to an hour personifying Littlest Pet Shop. It was pretty nice. We had dinner, they played 'Store', we cleaned up the basement, we had ice cream, we read more stories, we went to bed. Well they went to bed, I stayed up and did homework. I stayed overnight because my friend wasn't getting home until late.
When I woke up in the morning I was treated with their usual enthusiasm - which is pretty tame compared to some. Later in the morning, the youngest exclaimed to her mom, "I want Hannah to go home. I don't want Hannah to babysit us anymore. Why is she always here?" I clearly understand that I'm inferior to her mother but I'd like to think I'm an okay substitute. After I'd had my shower I was standing in the dining room watching the girls play, she looked at me and stated "Do your hair." I laughed and said, "Do your hair." She furrowed her brow and replied, "Mom does it!"
I went with them to church this morning and after as I said goodbye, I got a wonderfully loving hug from her. I know she doesn't hate me, but for that second I felt highly inferior. One of the best thing about kids is that they can make you feel ridiculous one second and the absolute tops the next.
Here's a little vid of my darling, being her outrageous self.