My youngest is five years old (just had her birthday on October 13th). She was wanting to go outside with her sister without shoes and a coat. "Hold it! You have to have shoes and a coat to go outside." *grumble* "Ok" She comes back less than two minutes later wearing snow boots. Much to her dismay, Mom caught her. "Coat!" *grumble grumble* She shouts "Why do you have to be my mom?" and starts walking toward the front of the house where her coat is. As she walks by, I reply, "Because I'm blessed!"
My husband and I got a good laugh at her question, "Why do you have to be my mom?" Of course I could turn this into a reflective post and get all mushy and sentimental, but I will leave it with the humor of a five year old stomping across the house in disgust because I wouldn't let her go outside without a coat on this cold fall day.
Ramblings of a mother of five, wife of one, and Type 2 diabetic. (formerly known as RFamHere's Ramblings)
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