So yesterday I was at work, being all industrious and stuff while surrounded by jackholes. Around lunchtime I called my wife at home to discuss some stupid extended family shit. During the call I could hear our two-year-old daughter making increasingly louder two-year-old’s babble in the background. At first I couldn’t understand what she was saying, but in time it was clear that she was repeating"Tell him, tell him, tell him" over and over. When my wife and I were done with the stupid extended family shit, she handed the phone to the baby, who promptly said, “I love you Daddy, I love you Daddy, I love love love you Daddy!”
The afternoon was as stressful and filled with employee idiocy as the morning, but that didn’t matter. My baby had recharged my batteries. Happiness is a two-year-old daughter who loves you so much she can’t contain it.
I don’t think I can top that one, but that moment when one of your students Gets It, whatever it is you’re teaching. Sometimes you can see this just from the look on their face; sometimes it’s heralded by a really good question.
There was the time I got my then young niece(S) and nephew(B) to get into a loud argument over who loved daddy. In his earshot.
S: You do!
B: No, you do!
S: Nuh uh, you do!
B: I do not! You love Daddy more!
S: No way! You love Daddy more!
B: No you do!
lather, rinse, and repeat.
Waking up on a weekend morning, rested, snuggled up with my SO, and reallizing I don’t have to be anywhere, and I can stay right there for a while longer.
But I think Skald wins this thread. Sneak bragging done right!
A slightly later in life parenting moment but the times when people compliment my children.
My daughter has her first job in an organization that is semi linked to mine and due to my remarriage and her name change she is not easily linked to me. Overhearing someone say nice things about her work performance or her attitude is great little zing to improve my day.
I don’t have the same ability to overhear things about my son but direct ones are almost as good
When I go out to get my horse, he’s usually at the very bottom of the long narrow pasture, where all the good grass is. Many times, when I call to him, his head flings up and he immediately gallops all the way up the hill to greet me. And, no, it’s not because he thinks I have a treat in my pocket. Makes me warm and tingly all over to see this animal – this member of *another species *-- be so happy to see me.
In a minute, I’m going to cuddle up with my two-year-old, when her mom’s done reading How Do Dinosaurs say Goodnight?, and she’ll fall asleep on me. That makes me happy.
She hasn’t learned to say “I love you!” properly yet, though - she almost always says “I love you, too!” even if she’s the initiator.
