Magical Days/Rough Days

Yesterday, Katie and I had a magical day. She was so on top of things and so observant, it was great. She noticed everything, she commented that I had taken my necklace off and that the girl walking in front of us had Dora shoes. And she told me she heard the birds. "I hear the birds Mama. They're saying they want birdseed." I thought that was so cute. So we stopped our walk and she got out of the stroller and we looked for the birds we heard. And she didn't argue at all about leaving the house yesterday, she was excited to go to Erika's house to see her friends and didn't even mind the errands we had to run on the way. It was warm and sunny and it just felt like a great day.

And of course today was the complete opposite. Ania was here most of the day and it was so warm they went to Hippo. She even took her play picnic basket with her and had a real picnic. But once she was with me, she didn't want to leave the house, she said "I don't want to do anything" and she didn't want to eat dinner (which she finally did after she cried while we ate). When I put her to bed we talked a little about the day and I told her that I hope that we have a better day tomorrow. "We had a rough day today," Katie told me.

When I told the bird story to a friend, who is a working mom on maternity leave, she said, "it's the kind of day that makes you happy you're home with her." I hadn't thought about it that way, though it's definitely true. I treasure those little moments and funny things she says. I'd like to think that the magical days get us through the rough ones. Doesn't everyone?