I waited. I didn’t call her out on her lie. I just cocked my head a little, looked her back straight in the eye and waited for her to blink.
I have to fight the urge to “fix” my daughter, fight the desire to change who she is. Because children are meant to be unfinished.
I cried when she walked for the first time. And cried every time I thought about it for the following week. She’s getting big so fast…and each first is the last time.
From both my role as a pharmacist and as a mom, I know there is also a lot of misinformation floating around about the safety of vaccinations.
We’re good enough at guilting ourselves, for not being there, for not paying attention, for holding down a full-time job. We don’t need it from other moms.