The way she pads down the steps after quiet time, one halting footstep at a time, hand slithering down the banister, she is beloved. The way she tells me this…
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There are enough unsweet moments of motherhood. The goldfish crackers crumbled all over the backseat of the car moments. The potty dance that ends in soggy underwear tragedy just steps…
Dear Future Little Friend, In case I forget to tell you ten years from now, I love you. In case you forget, ten years from now, how “cool” you think…
Dear Little Friend, We read The Very Hungry Caterpillar at library story time today. The book was your pick. You lurched out of my lap, rifled through a basket of…