What a long, grey rainy season it's been in Washington. Earlier this week I had a moment that broke my heart open. It was just a small thing: my daughter, unable to sleep, asked me to draw her a bath at 12:30 in the morning. It was not hard for me to do. I was tired, I lay in bed, but we had no need to be up early. I had no reasonable objection. "Sure, why not!" No biggie.
Six months ago, it would have been harder. I likely would have kvetched about it as I dragged myself out of bed, making sure she felt guilty about it. A year and a half ago, I simply would have refused. Who gives their child a bath after midnight? Such a simple thing. The result? More happiness. Peace. A child who feels right in the world, and can drift off in comfort. A need met.
Life is made of these moments.
I am really glad I am able to become a nicer person, both for my children, and for the sad little kid inside me.
These little moments when we get to catch a glimpse of our own journey as mothers, our evolution of kindness and caring, these moments are so dearly precious to me <3
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