Hard being a mama
Friday, October 10th, 2014Just as I closed the door to her bedroom the other night, Avery called to me and asked for water. When I brought a cup to her she looked up at me and asked, “Mama, is it hard being a mama sometimes? Because people ask you to do things when you’re walking the other way?” It is hard sometimes, I told her, but not for that reason. And, looking at her sweet face and wide eyes, I said there was nothing hard about that moment.
-M