Tonight we fed the missionaries, so my children became lunatics. Then the missionaries left and we tried to settle them down. I never figured out why, but suddenly Little M burst into the kitchen full of grumpy energy needing to be let out. He threw something on the floor, then opened a drawer just so he could slam it shut again. Before he could cause any serious damage, I whisked him away to his bedroom to show him an okay outlet for that frustration.
I grabbed his pillow and told him to punch it. He gave me a grumpy look of confusion. So, I showed him how a few times. Nope. Too grumpy to give it a go. So, I did the only thing a mother can do in that situation. I tickled him all over until the grumpies gave way to genuine giggles and belly laughs. Then we wrestled a bit and then we played a bizarre game of throwing his "special blankie" as hard as possible at each other. It was a blanket, so it didn't hurt. But when I threw it and it spread all over his head and face, he just about died laughing. Those grumpies were completely forgotten.
And giggling with my Little M was my Joyful Moment. I knew he needed some attention from me; I didn't realize I needed the time with him just as much.
I love my crazy children.
Wishing you all Joyful Moments when the grumpies are chased away by a special blankie being chucked at your face.