
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Lauren said you were coming to have lunch with her today."
"Oh really? That's the first I've heard of it." I said.
This is cute and a nice little story, but the real truth of the matter is I see myself so clearly in her and it's a bit scary. The mirror of motherhood is turned on me.
So this morning, we're about to fly out the door including a shoeless, sockless Lauren. I'm quick with her and snip about the fact that getting ALL the way ready for school means putting shoes and socks on as well, it's a reminder I repeat almost daily.
At the bus stop I took her in my arms and said, "Lauren I'm sorry I was so irritated this morning, I'm just getting frustrated that you don't remember all the parts of getting yourself ready. I'm sorry."
"It's okay mom, I like you anyway." Big hug back. Pile on of John, Lauren, Allie, Sunny all at the end of the driveway (a.k.a. the bus stop). If you know the book above, you see it's almost verbatim. Only, in our version she says LIKE instead of LOVE. Should I be worried?
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No honey, she has to love you. Liking you is really cool.
(if it helps, Owen gets plopped in the car w/ his shoes, socks, and sandwich to wait for the preschool bus- otherwise I would have been swinging from the ceiling fan weeks ago...)
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