…THIS child comes in to the room and asks sweetly;
“Mummy, would it be OK if you rolled over on the couch a bit so I can give you a back massage?”
This is not a JOKE people, no ruse designed for you to vomit all your pink stardust bursts and rainbows just to see what would happen. This is for real. This is what you get when you do your best for your kids, even when you think you’re damning them to a life of 8.30am “GET THEE TO THE CAR!” yelling, premenstrual shittiness and bad 80s Youtube videos.
When you don’t give them everything, when you teach them the value of doing nice sh*t for people just because.
I’m far from the perfect parent but this child gave me the greatest gift yesterday—confirmation that I was doing a bloody good job even when I think I’m not.