"I don't know how you put up with this all day."
"The crying and holding and whining."
I wasn't sure how to explain it to her. Her life experience hasn't taught her the giving end of momma-love. So I tried.
"You were like this. And every second was worth it. I mean, you're pretty amazing, right?"
"Oh shush. You're amazing. I think so. Dad thinks so. Your aunts thing so. It's common knowledge. So I manage the crying and whining and holding because I know the end result is worth every gray hair."
|My Bookends playing dress up.|