“Mommy,” Isabelle said. “Will you snuggle with me?”
I hesitated. It was nearly 7:30 p.m. and I still needed to prepare dinner for me and Marc. But, I was oh-so-tired and beyond stressed-out. What harm could come from saying yes.
“Absolutely,” I replied. “But just for a few minutes,” I said keeping expectations in check. After all, if I laid down beside Isabelle and turned-off the lights, I would’ve been out for the night.
We snuggled with teddy bears and talked about chapped lips. (How is it possible that we are still dealing with chapped lips when it feels warm outside, we wondered.) Then, the conversation turned to Purim.
“Are you going to dress up as Piggie for Purim?” I asked Isabelle. (She was Piggie and Ari was Gerald for Halloween.)
“No, I don’t want to,” she said.
“Well, what will you be?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied.
“Do you still have the Minnie Mouse ears and skirt?” I asked her.
“Yeah,” she replied.
“Why don’t you dress up as Minnie?” I asked.
“I don’t want to be Minnie,” she said.
“What do you want to be?” I asked, cringing, since I am NOT a costume designer.
“I want to be a butterfly,” she replied.
I reached for my phone, which was beside her bed. I looked up “butterfly wings for kids.” I braced myself for what was going to probably be an expensive endeavor. Shockingly, I found a pair of Monarch Butterfly wings for $9.99.
“Are you sure you want to be a butterfly?” I asked.
“Yes, I want to be a butterfly,” she replied.
“What do you think of wearing these wings with a black shirt and black pants you already have?” I asked.
“I like that,” Isabelle replied.
A few clicks later and the Purim dress-up issue was solved.
We talked for a few more minutes and then I had to excuse myself. After all, I had dinner to make and work to do. But as I closed the light and walked out of Isabelle’s room, I felt a calm come over me that I hadn’t felt all day. I was relaxed for the first time. It’s amazing what some snuggles can do for a person.