Yes, that's my sister, the one whose ear is being loved to death by that dear little boy named Ethan. Some kids have blankies, other kids prefer thumbs--but Ethan, give him his mother's ear and he's good to go.
These are the little things we do as mothers, right? I spent months holding hands with Madeleine from the front seat to the back of the car whenever she started to meltdown as a very busy toddler. Did it drive me a little bit crazy? Yes. Did I make her stop? No. As mothers we understand that these tiny little habits are mostly about our kids needing to find a way to feel connected to us--especially during those early years when they are taking their first steps of independence. There's so much to try and see and do and then there's that moment when you've had just enough. Pass me my mother's ear. And fast.
This morning a thousand little former ear-holders will traipse off to kindergarten, ready as can be, while their mothers stand back in disbelief. Whoever thought she'd be able to function without her blankie? Whoever imagined he could make it through half a day without me right there by his side? All those dear mothers will deem it a miracle, but you and I know the truth: it's the little things we do for love that help our kids understand how much our presence lingers--long after the binkie and blankets fall by the wayside, forgotten at last.