Youngest daughter is identifying as a mermaid these days.
And we just let her. Whatever. In truth, I kind of love it.
You’re only a kid once, right? I want
her them to “stay this little“.
How does Taylor Swift know about the bittersweet angst of parenthood, anyhow?
They grow up SO FAST. I want their childhoods to be carefree and joyful, I want God to develop their personalities and opinions, character and quirks. And I’m grateful for the front row ticket.
Even after pouring my very lifeblood out to them all day long (until I’m quite nearly certifiable), after they’re tucked into bed at night I always miss them, lamenting how fast time is going. I’m grateful for the privilege of mothering them, particularly in sharing every day (all day, every minute, every second, as they drive me bananas) with them here at home.
Did I spend enough time with them? Did I look them each in the eye? Did I tell them I love them? Did I encourage them? Hug them? Hold them? Read to them? Play with them? Ohhhhh, the Mommy-guilt is real.
(mei-mei means “little sister” in mandarin)