My Little Cheerleader

This morning I decided to stand on the scale I keep stashed in the laundry room. If you're anything like me you know that keeping that thing in close proximity can be dangerous. I don't care how many doctors recommend weighing yourself on a daily basis, it can deal a real blow to your weight-loss efforts. So I've stayed off the thing for awhile and this morning I thought, "Why not?" I placed my feet ever-so carefully on the panels to get my weight just right. Then I stood up straight, held my head high then quickly dropped it to view my result. Just as I looked down to see a small loss I heard a little voice say "Good job, mommy!"

Nas is 2 years and 3 months old now and couldn't read a scale if he wanted to, but for whatever reason my son was so proud of me! Maybe it was just because I got on the thing, maybe he knows how hard I've been trying to get this healthy lifestyle thing down, maybe the kid just wanted me to get OFF of it so he could check out his own status, a mere 31 pounds. Regardless of his reasoning, it always feels good to hear him say, "Good job, mommy!" And his accolades are never in short supply! Jay reads and he cheers her on. Babe puts in a light bulb and he too gets some love. Somewhere along the way Nas has had enough praise to know that it makes you feel good and he has no trouble sharing on the warm fuzzies.

What's funny about the whole thing is that when I was pregnant I wanted a son, I wanted a baby boy so bad I could taste it. I hoped he would be strong, bright, funny and outgoing like his daddy, but I also wanted him to differ in that he would be full of compliments and affection. (Unfortunately Babe is no pro in that area) Well Nas has all of that and a lot more, and boy is it nice! When I'm doing my hair he looks up at me and says, "Hair pritty mommy" or when Jay is crying he goes to her and hugs her tightly. So when he does something well or when he looks especially handsome, I make sure to send the cheers his way. Jay is always telling him how cute he is or how well he takes care of her doll Denise when she's away. I think he learned to share the love from her!

Somehow whenever I need a pick-me-up, Nas isn't far behind with a hug, 'kiss on cheek mommy?' or one of his many ways to show me he cares. Without a doubt I know what it's like to have my own little cheerleader and whatever I do I know Nas will always be there offering a sincere "Good job mommy!"