Finley: Oh, mama.
Me: Yes, love?
Finley: Mama, you are breaking my heart. You’re just making it to be broken and broken.
Me: I am? How, sweets?
Finley: You just aren’t seeing my happy, I can tell it in your face.
She snapped this picture of me. She’s right. Been facing some hard times, and while I put on a brave face, these faces captured (again and again) by the girls with my phone tell a different story.
Are you revealing your worry?
I am going to focus more on this face, it’s worth trying to copy.
Categories: Me
God, this is like a punch in the gut – my kids do this to me, too … and worse, I see Grace trying to cheer me up. As I tried, my whole childhood, to make my father happier. That is not her job and I know it – thanks for reminding me not to worry them with my fretting. xo
They are here to show us part of ourselves. Your part? Is to listen. And you do. XO
I adore you both. Thank you for always standing with me, particularly in these times when all I really want to do is weep.
Wow. They force us in the moment in such glorious and uncomfortable ways.
Oh sweetie, I’m sorry. And, I know – just tonight mine asked me why I was crying.
~~~Thinking of you today.
Sending your love… X
Thank you for this bit of grace and honesty – and for that fabulous photo of your daughter!
I’ve had times where Ana will look at me and say “Momma? Are you happy now Momma? You’re not grumpy any more, right?” Kills me.
You’re not seeing my happy? Oh my. That one gets you, doesn’t it?