On occasion, I allow my daughter to stay home from school because I miss her.
Time goes by way too fast. It doesn’t feel like it was that long ago that my baby was learning to walk.
I see her day in and day out but I don’t always SEE her.
She told me one time,
“Just because you’re here with me doesn’t mean you’re spending time with me.”
Words of wisdom from my mini-me.
She never hesitated to tell me how it was, occasionally hurting my feelings. Long gone are the days of Barbie’s and Cheetah Girls.
“I’m ready,” she says as she walks into my room early in the morning.
“Stay home with me.” I’ll mumble.
She quickly climbs on the bed with me. Sometimes we lay on the bed and just talk, other times we fall asleep together until mid-afternoon, waking up together, going for coffee together.
Occasionally I need her, to see her and be with her.