My daughter told me I was amazing.
We were out making a couple of Girl Scout Cookie deliveries. We went to my friend Julie's house. Julie's granddaughter was there- she's 3. She hadn't had a nap and was a bit clumsy and took a little tumble down the stairs. Julie scooped her up and comforted her.
I'm not entirely sure why, but I asked if I could hold her. I picked her up and spoke quietly to her and then quietly started to sing, "The wheels on the bus go round and round..." She got very quiet and her big eyes watched me sing. She put her head on my shoulder and held on. We all joked about her coming with me and she kept holding on. Julie reached for her- and she held on tighter. We finally left without too many tears...
Got into the car, got buckled up, started to pull away from the house and Teagan said, "Mom. You. Are. Amazing."
And she was sincere.
My daughter saw me do something that, for me, was a natural thing.
And she saw something amazing. And that left me feeling pretty amazing.