This morning, my daughter puts a copy of How to Write with Flair in her backpack. It's her show-and-tell day.
I want to cry.
I think that motherhood is all about celebrating children, but sometimes, they celebrate us.
"I'm proud of you, Mom."
I'm going to go cry now.
Journal: I want to do things that make my children proud. I haven't thought of it this way before. Am I living a life that my children will continue to celebrate?