I was the Cat in the Hat yesterday.
I read stories to preschoolers, giggled at Dr. Seuss rhymes, and delighted in little kid smiles.
I was the Gruffalo yesterday.
Stomping through the forest of my home, using stern looks to hustle my kids into line.
I was Winnie the Pooh yesterday.
Wiping honey off my kids’ faces, and the counter, and a Curious George doll. But I did it all with an Eeyore attitude.
I was Lightening McQueen yesterday.
Dodging through traffic trying to get from point A to point B when there wasn’t nearly enough time. Blaming others for my troubles all the way.
I was the Beast yesterday.
Growling throughout our castle, snapping at the other inhabitants, letting my frustration show.
But when I woke up this morning, my kids remembered the Cat in the Hat.
They remembered the stories and the costume clad trip to get frozen yogurt. Thing 1 and Thing 2 skipped past the other plot lines and characters and remembered the happily ever after.
The happily ever after that I get to be a part of every day.
Thankfully I get a redemption arc. A hero story. And it’s not the end.
It's the beginning.
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