She rested her head on the pillow next to mine and we gazed at each other, nose-to-nose.
She calls it “girl talk.”
I call it the most precious moment of the day.
We meander through casual topics, silly stories, hard questions, and the concerns of a tender-hearted five-year-old.
Tonight I do the talking.
“Peanut, we had a tough day today. We both made some bad choices.”
<Flashback to her slamming doors, both of us raising voices, and general mother-daughter misery.>
“I shouldn’t have used my angry voice. I wasn’t the kind of mommy I want to be today. And I’m sorry”
<Mental image of B walking in on one of our interchanges and giving me the “YOU need the time out” look.>
“I hope we can both wake up with a better attitude and make better choices. I’m looking forward to starting over with you tomorrow.”
She smiled and slowly nodded her head.
Then Peanut replied, “Mom? I have to tell you something and I need you to listen.”
Me, hopeful, “Yes, sweetie?”
“Your breath stinks.”
Adding this entry to Morgan’s Motherhood Exposed linky. Because Parenting stinks.
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