"How did the world start?"
"How many seconds until I start grade one?"
"Is being a Mom hard?"
It was a sucker punch. And I'll tell you why. I don't want my kids to see that sometimes it is hard.
Call me an idealist or a delusional optimist. But I want to them to look over their grown up shoulders and see this was the greatest time. Not just for them, but for me.
The question came in the midst of an after-school car pool. During the frenzy of snack doling, seat belt buckling and rearview mirror checking. Maybe it's then she noticed a furrowed brow or a frown. And for that, I felt sorry.
"It's work being a mom," I told her. "And sometimes work is hard even when it's work that you love to do."
"So that means you love being a mom, Mama?"
I wanted to say a million things; there are a million things to say.
And even though she is the asker of huge questions, she was looking for a tiny answer.
So I gave it.