My three-year old son loves to come running up to me and yell, “Yeah, Mommy!” I grab him up and he will repeat this several times.
Mommy always says, “Yeah, Baby!” and tells him how much I love to be yeahed because Mommy needs to be yeahed sometimes.
No matter what I’m doing or what mood I am in, after I’m “yeahed” I am in the best of moods, I feel incredibly blessed, and my dreary task seems not so dreary anymore.
I mean, who wouldn’t want to be “Yeahed!”?
So for all you Mommies (and Daddies–my son also yeahs his Daddy), here’s a “Yeah” for you!