I love my kids.
All three. Equal.
Every single day, they amaze me. Their heart, soul, laugh, faces, well – you name it. Everyday. Pure amazement.
But last night – took the cake.
Let me give you a little backstory. I hate video games. Abhor. They make me mad. I hate to see kids just completely consumed by them. But there was a time, about 10 years ago – that I too, had an obsession with a video game. That game was SUPER MARIO SUNSHINE!
I loved that game. Tariq and I would sit for hours, side by side, playing this game. Until a very tragic day. They day, that at seven years old, he deleted my game. The memory card. I was about to beat the game. Months of playing, straight down the tubes. It was so sad. I never turned it on again. That was the last video game I ever played.
Through the past 10 years, I have been asked why I don’t like games. If Tariq is around, I tell them that it’s because, “Your memory card could be deleted, and then it’s heartbreaking.” As I would look at him. He would always say, “I’M SORRY!”, and we’d both laugh.
But last night, I cried. Again. Over a video game. And here’s why.
Tariq led me into his room telling me he had a surprise for my birthday. He had created an emulation of Super Mario Sunshine on his computer – and had the game back at the spot I was at – when the game was deleted. I was floored. Overwhelmed.
The amount of work, the amount of time, the amount of dedication that it took on his part to make sure he knew how special I was to him – overwhelmed me. That he remembered. He worked. And he surprised me. I just can’t even believe it.
I really am the luckiest mom alive. The luckiest woman alive. I have never felt more cherished and loved in my life. God has blessed me in ways I don’t deserve – and I am forever grateful.