Morning moments

This morning was a bit disorganized and I found that we were running low on time to get out the door and to three different schools on time. As I was drying Cassidy’s hair I asked Loren if he would get Devon dressed. He looked at me with alarm and something close to fear in his face -not once in 25 months has Loren ever changed a diaper. I reminded him that he is really very well coordinated and that I was confident he could manage to change a diaper and clothe his little brother.
The diaper first went on backwards, and they were both giggling by the time Loren got it on straight. I then watched as Loren chased Devon around for nearly 15 minutes in his attempts to dress him. By the time he finished velcroing on the last shoe he looked up at me and huffed the exaggerated sigh that only a 13 year-old can muster up from their lungs,”My God, Mom, how do you do this everyday? I’m exhausted. This would drive me nuts.”
Grinning the most evil inward smile because i thought this could be a teachable moment, but keeping my face composed as Cool Mom, I said, “Yes, well. Do you understand why I am the way I am at the end of days?”
He then came over and have me a hug. Sometimes maternal love hurts in the most glorious of ways.