Yesterday was not one of my better days. I was down in the dumps. Way down. So down that I couldn't smile. Had nothing to be thankful for at dinner - which is against our household policy. We even have a sign in the kitchen that reminds us "There is always, always, always, something to be thankful for!" Well...there's a first for all things I guess.
This may or may not have been a hormonally induced depression. We won't go there. Let's just say for the sake of the story that mommy was very sad. And this small fact did not go unnoticed by the children that occupy this house with me. They were beside themselves. Chloe was smart and just stayed away.
Gavin kept asking me, "So, Mom, how you doin?" every 30 seconds. This did not help my state of mind. I was not able to form coherent thoughts or sentences. I was exhausted. I felt like crying for no reason at all. How am I supposed to tell a 10 year old how I'm doing every 30 seconds. 'Sad' seemed to sum it all up nicely.
Bennett took it upon himself to cheer me up. If it was the last thing he did all night, he was going to accomplish this goal. He was seemingly inspired by our President's recent speech he gave all the school children. Bennett comes to sit next to his down trodden mother, puts his hand on my lap and looks into my melancholy eyes and says in earnest, "Mom, our President says, 'Don't give up on yourself, because if you do, you'll give up on your country'." It was so heartfelt. It was perfect. He had impeccable timing. I reassured him that I wouldn't give up on my self or my country, he needn't worry.
I guess his little pep talk did the trick. My country would be proud of me today - I was not sad and I did not give up.
