There is a song from the 1940s by Jimmie Davis and Charles Mitchell that has been covered by numerous artists and part of the lyrics are:
“You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are grey
You’ll never know dear,
How much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine away.”
It was likely written regarding a romantic love interest, but it reminds me of my love for my beautiful children.
A hard day? I can bring a smile to my eyes thinking about hugging my daughter.
Tired? I perk up after work when I arrive at daycare and hear jubilant screams of, “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” as my two and a half year old runs to me for a hug.
Tonight, when I arrived at my sitter’s, my son ran out singing his own version of “Mommy’s here! Mommy’s here! She’s here! My Mommy’s here!” and running back and forth between her door and my parking space. It showed not only his ever-lasting love but revealed the possibility he had conned her out of quite a bit of sugar.
My daughter has the cutest angry/pouty face when she has been sent to her room, and stomps out in indignation. It is all I can do not to smile where she can see it as she stomps away. And, a few moments later, it is hard not to cave when she holds up a toy enticingly, and says, ” ‘Prise, Mommy!” (her copy of her older brother’s way of “buying” himself out of a time out by putting together a cute collection of his toys as a “surprise” for me.
My heart swells each morning to look at their cherubic faces as they sleep, before I slip off to get a few chores done before they wake up and want to help. Before long, my five-year-old will be able to really help me on some of them. He is getting so big, but unfortunately it takes almost as long to explain what I want him to do and ask him enough times that he gets started on it, as it would to do it myself.
They are my sunshine! They make me happy when life is grey!
They will never know fully how much I love them.
Please never take my sunshine away…(except, of course, when they are 21 and then I will be okay with them getting their own places).