Sunday, July 14, 2013

She apologizes like her mother

The other night, Mary Clare was not on her best behavior during bath time. Two solid days of pool time and lackluster napping meant that emotions were running high by 7 p.m. After admonishing her for screaming at her well napped, rather exuberant brother more times than I care to admit, I finally just extracted Charlie from the tub and left Mary Clare to work it out on her own.

Once Charlie was dried off and in his pajamas, I braced myself for dealing with Mary Clare, as drying off, putting on pajamas and combing her hair would likely mean 10 solid minutes of screaming and/or tears.

Instead, she was rather subdued. She was quiet while I dried her off and combed her hair. As I leaned down to help her put her arms in her pajamas, she threw her arms around my neck and pulled me to her.

"I love you, mommy," she said. "And I'm really sorry that sometimes ... sometimes ... sometimes I don't tell you that I love you enough."

Dammit. The girl is good.

"Well, Mary Clare, I love you, too. And I'm sorry that sometimes I don't tell you I love you enough, either. Sometimes mommy forgets."

"Well, you should, mommy. You should tell me you love me ALL the time. And I will tell you that I love you ALL the time."

And with that, I hugged her, kissed her forehead and told her I loved her. And the rest of the night all was well between mother and daughter.

We just both need cooling off periods sometimes. And a reminder that we're not mortal enemies. At least not yet.


  1. That is so sweet. Annie just hits herself when I ask her to say she's sorry. That's normal, right?

  2. That is super sweet. These strong-willed daughters we gave birth to must have a sixth sense. Right when I get to the point with Reese where I am about to blow she usually busts out a huge hug and a BIG "I love you, mommy." Thank goodness -- trying to move her out of the house is way too much work.

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