So the other day I was feeling defeated in the “Trying-to-be-my-best” category. I was probably tired. Probably because my husband was out of town leaving me to do everything by myself. I fell asleep wondering why I even bother.
We all have days like that.
I awoke about half an hour after I laid down to a high pitched scream right in my ear. Evelyn had a nightmare, I guess. She was crying “it’s gone” and “she taked it.”
I was shooshing her. Not very nicely, either. I think I said “Oh my God just go to sleep.” With Daddy gone, my room turns into a King-sized nest. Grace (4) sits up, bleary eyed, and pats Evelyn on the back and says “It’s gone?” Evelyn replies “yeah. she taked it” and Grace says “I will get it back for you, just lay down sweetie. I love you.” And Evelyn lays down and goes right back to sleep. Gabriella lays her hand on my cheek and says (still half asleep) “Mom, you are the best person in the world.” I said “Thank you honey” feeling totally unworthy but flattered nonetheless.
That’s why I even bother. If I can’t convince her that I’m not the best person in the world, then I better at least not suck completely.







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