After a beautiful and fun-filled day at the Cherry Blossom Festival in San Francisco’s Japantown, our conversation at bedtime went like this:
Me: Did you have fun
today?
Chloe: Yes.
Me: Mommy will
always try to take you to fun places and have lots of fun with you okay?
Chloe: Because you
love me.
We then hugged each other really tightly. We began to sway in each other’s embrace, as
if we were dancing.
Me: Are we dancing?
Chloe: Yeah.
Me: But where’s the
music?
Chloe: Sing
“Rock-a-bye Baby” Mommy.
Awwwww……my baby, at 3.5 years old, still wants to be my
baby. At that moment, as we were swaying to "Rock-a-bye Baby", she didn’t want
to be my big girl. She wanted to be my
baby. I have to cherish this moment.
God knows in 10 years or so when she is a teenager, our conversation will probably sound more like: “I hate you! I wish I was not your daughter!”
God knows in 10 years or so when she is a teenager, our conversation will probably sound more like: “I hate you! I wish I was not your daughter!”
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