Tonight, as she does most nights, my almost four year is upstairs calling out my name over...and over...and over again. And then once more. After my head spun around a few times, I hear her yelling:
"Mama! I need to kiss you!"
How could I resist? I head on up to that doll's room, snuggle in her bed and she says:
"Did you bring me one? I said I need a tissue."
There it was. Reality check. Just like that.
Sometimes I feel so needed the tension just creeps up my back. My head feels so heavy I can hardly hold it up. But is there a better feeling in this world. The overwhelming joy. The physical exhaustion and depletion of everything pales in comparison.
I will fetch you tissues all the live long day, princess.
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