Comfort {Five Minute Friday}

Comfort.

That's all my little girl needed when she ran into the kitchen, crying that her little brother had hit her again.  I'm sure she took a toy from him or wasn't sharing with him, so I knew there was another side to this story.

I was busy working on dinner, doing my multi-tasking.  Cleaning, cooking, and cleaning some more.

And she was crying.

I knew she wasn't really hurt.  It was just her little feelings that needed some comfort.

Everything in me wanted to say "Get over it."

I have things to do.  Doesn't she know that I've got a job to do?  Doesn't she want to eat?  Doesn't she realize that I'm working on the job of motherhood?  

I just want to get dinner cooked.  I just want to get the house in order.  I just want to get this laundry put away before daddy gets home.

And she needs comfort for a wound that wasn't even there.


And I fought the battle that wages inside of me, the side of me that wants to put tasks over people, my to-do list over my daughter.

So I sigh, and I sit on the kitchen floor, the not-so-clean floor with too many Cheerios left over from the baby's snack time, and I pull her into my lap, saying "I'm sorry, baby girl.  I love you."  

And she smiles, says it's OK, and goes back to playing.  She's happy with mommy and can forgive her brother, because mommy gave her comfort.

Truly, this is the job of motherhood.  Not the laundry, the cooking, the cleaning.

Comfort.

STOP.

This post is part of Five Minute Friday.