Gracie loves Mummy

by thewallflowerchapter

Today wasn’t an easy day.

It began at 2am when she cried for me, then subsequently asked to strip and go to the toilet without any real output. I was struggling to stay awake for the most part of the afternoon while reading to her, and had to steel myself through several of her tantrums. I kept reminding myself that these are teachable moments and I should give thanks for them, like GY said.

And then something wonderful happened.

Sometime after dinner while we were hanging out at Frankel, she came up behind me, put her arms around my back and said “Gracie loves Mummy.”

I wonder if that’s the paradox of parenthood. Just when you think you don’t have it in you to be a good one, you see a glimmer of hope.