… how you can be so averse to change that you’ll cry for an hour because we “made” you go to a pancake breakfast at church.
… how you can insist that you never, ever sleep, or how I can ever refute the evidence your own brain is giving you.
… how you can have so many opinions about what your brother should put in his picture, but be completely unable to choose which dress to wear today.
… how you can wrestle me to the ground, but cry when your sisters shut the door of their room as though it’s some kind of impenetrable barrier.
… how you can watch your dad play Super Mario Brothers for what seems like forever, but get bored after 5 minutes in the car.
… how you can insist that I’m a good mom, when I see so many missed opportunities to be better.*
… how I ever got so blessed as to have the three of you.
*This exchange was so sweet. I checked out a parenting book from the ECFE library, and Riya asked me what it was called. I told her, and explained that it was about helping moms and dads to be better parents for their kids. She said, “But you’re already a good mom!” Then I gave her a bag of M&Ms and $50.