My goodness - you'd think I was some sort of genius! Malcolm thought this was the coolest thing ever, and was so excited about it.
We cuddled up and watched the films, which included my favorite, "Jack-Jack Attack," from the Incredibles. For those of you unfamiliar, at the end of the short, a secret agent uses a memory-wipe device on someone. After this showed, the following exchange took place:
Me: "Do you remember when we used the memory eraser on you?
Malcolm: "No..."
Me: "Good, then it worked."
Malcolm: (pause) "What memory did you erase?"
Me: "You don't remember the accident?"
Malcolm: "What accident?"
Me: "Good...it worked. You don't remember."
Malcolm" TELL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...."
Heh.
So, we made the fun ice cream treat and cuddled up and watched Pixar films and then that was it - such a simple night. But Malcolm was soooo lovey-dovey to me before getting ready and going to bed - and then he prayed and thanked God for fun times with Mommy.
It struck me then that perhaps I stress out about this parenting thing a bit too much. (who? me?) I worry that we can't provide Malcolm with really cool experiences and vacations that some other families can, or that I'm not the uber-creative Mom that some of my friends are (I'm lookin' at you, Heather), or that I'm not even a stay-at-home mom. Last night taught me that all I have to do is be present with my son and do something together that we both enjoy.
Time with Mom is all he needs.
