There are so many reasons I should be celebrating. Making that last preschool payment should make me want to jump for joy…but I’m not.
I suspect Sprout sees me as a lost cause. He views me as Little Bird’s parent and Daddy as “his” parent.
I was terrified of ever seeing a penis, then later sort of mystified at how they worked. I never, ever imagined what a central role they’d play in my life.
She leapt from the shower, cheeks flushed from excitement and warm water. “Why stop with clean hair?” she asked the woman grinning back at her in the hazy mirror. She reached for her mascara wand and brazenly plumped her eyelashes.
My daughter needed to know what’s happening, when. Change of plans agitated her; then she’d wonder what if it doesn’t go as planned? What if something goes wrong? Or if plans did change—why? What was wrong?