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.
It’s been a long haul to become the mother of a teen boy. These are five obnoxious things that only moms of boys have to experience.
Even now words fail me. I usually say “miscarriage”, but it was in some ways much worse than that. I was so sick. At the time we didn’t know why.
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.