I felt his presence before I opened my eyes. His chubby hand stroked my hair and I felt his breath on my face. “I love you, mommy,” were his first words when we made eye contact. I don’t know how long he’d been standing by my bed, waiting for me to wake up, but the sight of his big brown eyes made me smile.
“Hello, sweetie. Can Mommy have a kiss?”
Without hesitation, he planted a wet one on my forehead and then began tugging on my arm. “Come, come,” he pleaded. “I hungry.”
“Okay, okay,” I said as I climbed out of the bed. I scooped my little man up and we headed to the kitchen where I could hear my three older kids’ bickering voices. “Sounds like your brother and sisters are already awake.”
At my words, Mason wiggled out of my arms and ran toward his siblings. “Here I issssssss!” he called out joyfully. At his entrance, the arguing stopped and three grumpy faces lit up.
Ashley kneeled down in front of her brother to collect a hug. “Good morning.”
“Can I have a hug?” Sarah interrupted. Mason made his rounds, distributing kisses and hugs as requested. It always amazed me how he could so easily cheer up our entire family.
After the older kids left for school, Mason and I headed to the grocery store. His sweet observations made the mundane chore entertaining. “I’m help you,” he declared proudly.
As the cashier scanned my items, I realized I’d left my wallet in the car. Oops! I looked at my full grocery cart and told the cashier I’d be right back. I unbuckled Mason and sprinted to the parking lot. I retrieved the wallet, then hurried back. Mason giggled as he bounced up and down in my arms. The impatient cashier had finished totaling my items. “S-s-s-sorry,” I panted as I set Mason down and handed her my credit card. I felt a tug on my pants leg.
“Mommy, I’m happy ‘bout you.”
At his words, my irritation melted away. “I’m happy about you, too.”
At my car, I dug in my purse for my keys until I spotted them sitting on the console. Oops! I sighed as I hit the speed dial button for the local locksmith on my cell phone. While we waited, Mason motioned for me to bend down. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Mommy, you’re pretty.”
I cuddled my Casanova. “You always know just what to say.”
An hour later, I carried a sleeping Mason to his bed and then unloaded groceries. Melting ice cream left a trail from my car to the freezer. Oops! I was on my hands and knees wiping up ice cream when the phone rang. It was the school receptionist telling me Ashely had forgotten her lunch. Oops! I sunk back to the floor. “I’ll be right there.”
Thankfully, the phone had woken Mason so I didn’t have to. I threw together a lunch and we hurried to the school. “Are you happy about me?”
“And Ashely will be happy ‘bout us since we bring her lunch.”
I smiled at Mason through my review mirror.
As we returned home and drove into our garage, I heard a loud crunch. “Oops!” I hopped out to find I had run over my husband’s new leaf blower. Exasperated by my numerous mishaps, I fought back tears as I unbuckled Mason from his car seat.
Mason reached up and touched my face. “You sad, Mommy?”
“Mommy is just upset because she’s made so many mistakes today.”
Mason got a troubled expression on his face. “What a ‘oops’?”
“An Oops is a mistake. Like when I just ran over daddy’s leaf blower. Mommy made lots of oops today, didn’t I?” The sudden crocodile tears that spilled from Mason’s eyes alarmed me. “What’s wrong?”
“You said me was an oops to Mrs. Mary,” he managed between sobs.
OOPS! My heart sunk. Forgotten wallets and lost keys were nothing compared to this “oops.” I vaguely remembered telling a friend who had just learned of her surprise pregnancy that Mason came three years after my husband’s vasectomy, but he was the best thing that ever happened to our family. I didn’t remember referring to him as an oops, but clearly he did.
I hugged my miracle baby tight and rocked him as he cried, praying that this time I’d be the one with the right words...words that would cover my oops.
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I could totally relate to all your "Oops" moments as a mom. I loved the dialogue between Mason and Mommy through the day. I'm thankful for little ones that encourage us even with all our "Oops" moments.
A well-written, touching story! Little kids can certainly bring a lot of joy into our lives, and it's important for us to let them know they're loved and appreciated. I loved the innocent cuteness of little Mason!