"Mom, this is the BEST DAY EVER!"
The number of times my children have uttered this exact sentence is surely in the hundreds.
Broccoli Cheese Soup for dinner. Mom, this is the BEST DAY EVER!
I clean out the car. Mom, this is the BEST DAY EVER! (It like never happens, y'all.)
Family walk. Mom, this is the BEST DAY EVER!
A bird poops on Dad. Mom, this is the BEST DAY EVER!
Packaged cookies after school. Mom, this is the BEST DAY EVER!
YOU WASHED MY BLUE SOCKS? Mom, this is the BEST DAY EVER!
I don't know what it is about their use of childish hyperbole in all of these situations, but this inner, naggy rule-follower in me wants to squash their excitement.
Seriously? Best day ever? Because someone farted at dinner?
I don't think so.
And, yet - here they are. These precious little people who find joy in these smallest of things. Not "Ho-hum" and definitely not "UGH!" - which is the mojo I MUST FIGHT AT EVERY TURN while doing the daily tasks of raising them. Because let's be real here - a lot of it sucks. Cleaning out the car? A walk when I really want a nap?? Laundering the stinky blue socks?
I see the inconvenience. They see the joy.
"Best Day Ever" Joy - about stuff that I see as "Let's just get it done" annoyances. Then on to the next.
But, not them.
BEST DAY EVER!
And, so earlier this week, as I watched my baby girl enjoy her very first Cheerios, spilling them all over the floor and turning them to squishable mush - a rite of passage for a baby through the door of AWESOMENESS that is finger foods - I thought to myself:
I know what she's thinking. She can't talk, but I know what she'd say if she could:
Mom, this is the BEST DAY EVER!
And, I smiled. Because yes.