Mommy, he said,
Is it Mommy and Miles Day again?
No sweetie, it's our whole family's day today, but that sure was fun, wasn't it?
Puppy dog eyes.
And it was. It was so good. We boarded a bus in the morning and bounced our way to St. Paul for a day at the Children's Museum with other families from Miles' preschool. We even got to see Uncle K for a while. When Miles ran to hug him I thought, I haven't seen him that excited in a really long time. He misses living by Uncle K.
We explored inside the museum...always really quickly, from thing to thing to thing. I tried hard to fight the Mommy Fears, the ones that rear their ugly head and make me think of injuries and kidnapping. Seriously. Motherhood is hard on a girl's brain, isn't it?
And then we explored outside.
We found this way cool little building sandwiched in an alley and despite the orange cones in front of it, we explored that too.
I know, I'm teaching my child to ignore orange cones for photo opportunities. Don't judge.
I want another Mommy and Miles Day. He is one of my favorite people.
Also, today I am 90 days sober. I don't tell you that so you'll praise me. I've got a LONG way to go on this journey, but I tell you that because I realized on Mommy and Miles Day that I wasn't in a hurry. I wasn't wishing to get back on the bus so I could get home to what I'd become so dependent on needing. I was just there.
I was just there.