Every now and then one of the kids will do something so sweet it takes my breath away.
Today, Little One walked her stuffed puppy to her bed. She carried him and said sweet things to him as she laid him... wait, he's a her. The puppy's a "her." She told me that on our drive home. So she was tucking her into bed.
I followed her silently, listening.
She repeated what she's heard me say to her over and over and over and over...
when I'm not cranky.
This is what she's heard. This is what she is enacting. She's remembering the sweet mommy times. She thinks this is how a mommy behaves.
Maybe I'm not such a crap mommy after all.