Photo by Tallula Wilkie
My 3-year-old daughter was sitting on the toilet. I was at the sink washing my hands. We were singing a song while we waited for her to pee. We sang that old Sesame Street pinball song, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5…”. At number “4” it jumps up several notes. She’s three. And she was trying so hard. Her eyebrows jumped up and she raised her voice and hit the note a little extra high. We briefly made eye contact in the mirror. She saw the delight flash across my face. She, this three-year-old, just for being her, made her mama smile with delight.
She said, “Mommy, I want to see your face when you sing that song.” She wanted more. More of the delight. More of the connection.
I said, “Okay,”
She got off the toilet. She was standing, I was crouched down. We were looking each other in the eye. And we sang it, “1, 2, 3, 4…” And I looked. I looked into that sweet face and into those sweet eyes. And I was delighted. And she felt it.
Expressing delight in our children teaches them that they are enough. It was enough for me, too. A high of connection and love. I will hold onto that moment forever.