Katie has been going through a phase lately where she wants to be picked up and carried. She will stop walking suddenly and ask, “Up, Mommy?” She wants to be carried up the stairs and across the parking lot and down the hallway and through the store.
At four years old, she is getting heavy but one of these times will be the last time she asks, so I oblige.
Her and I were walking out of the bathroom at the home electronics and appliance store last night on our way to find Maddie and my husband. We had been shopping for quite some time, and I was ready to go home. “Up, Mommy?” I heard Katie say.
I looked down at her and sighed. There she stood in her little winter boots with her arms outstretched towards me. I let out another sigh, shrugged my purse further up on my shoulder, and bent down to lift her. With a heave, I picked Katie up and started walking. My arms ached under her weight.
“Why do you always want me to carry you, Katie?” I said with yet another sigh, not really expecting an answer.
“Because I love you, Momma,” Katie answered as she settled her head on my shoulder.
I stopped walking. She lifted her face to look at me, and I planted a kiss on her cheek. She smiled and lay her head down on my shoulder again.
She felt smaller somehow as I carried her across the rest of the store.