Sometimes I get it right...

The weather changed today and I've fought the impending migraine all day. It's just in the back of my head, knocking politely, "let me in please." I needed a nap badly by 4:30 so decided Divina needed a nap, too. Alas, the child had a plan of her own. She promised to put herself to sleep as I closed the door to her room. I collapsed on the couch with my favorite blanket, but her little voice came twittering over the monitor sweetly keeping we awake, depriving me of my nap. She was quiet enough, and sweet enough, but my head was not amused. Finally, about a half hour later she came knocking at the baby gate at the top of the stairs. "Mommy. Are you there?" Grouchy. I freed her without a word and set to taking the Excedarin and making us a snack. I wanted to yell at her, to slam stuff all over the kitchen, to take my revenge, but I worked silently instead. She looked concerned. After some time I just looked at her and kissed her forehead. She sighed with relief and smiled. "I love you, Mommy" she said and went about her business, cutting up some tissue with her preschool scissors. That felt good. To do the opposite of what that dark cloud over my head was telling me to do. To just give her a little love, was all we needed to mend. Just one little kiss.