"I smell Cookies!"
It's not really a very special statement to most people. But I heard the smile in his voice. It made me feel wonderful. I had put that smile there and helped his day get better the moment he walked in the door.
It all started out as a joke between me and PC about a month after school started. We were watching Commander in Chief and Gina Davis mentioned to her mom that she remembered there were always fresh baked cookies ready after school. Very 50's and June Cleaver, I know. I joked with PC that starting the next day I was going to bake cookies everyday for Alex when he returned home from school. I assured him that if I did this, that our hopes of Alex becoming President were set in stone. After all, it worked for Gina Davis!
I really did bake cookies every week day for about 3 months. Life intervened many times and I just wasn't able to bake them daily, PC was right. But I still baked cookies, brownies or the like 3 or 4 times a week. I figure he still has a shot at the presidency.
The past two weeks I have been having a rough time with my depression. I haven't felt like a very good mom lately. Not for any reason in particular. I just feel overly tired and crabby and short tempered. I haven't baked during this time, either. I didn't realize how much he missed it or just how important it was to him. My little baked goods had become a way to tell him I loved him. That he was super special. And that him being happy mattered to me.
Today I realized how important this was to him. I realized that when I am at my worst the most important thing is letting him know that he is still my world and my baby boy.
Those three words, 'I smell cookies', brightened my day just as much as the smell brightened his. I am so glad that this became not just a tradition, but another way to say 'I love you.'
How do you say 'I love you' without using words?