"The peace we seek to win is not victory over any other people, but the peace that comes with healing in its wings; with compassion for those who have suffered; with understanding for those who have opposed us; with the opportunity for all the peoples." -Richard NixonThings are going well. I had another conversation with Munchkin on the phone, totally unprompted by D.
D: Do you want to talk to Munchkin’sFirstMom?
Munchkin: Okay! Hi Munchkin’sFirstMom.
Me: Hi Munchkin. What are you doing?
Munchkin: I’m playing with [I forget...]
Munchkin’sFirstMom: That’s fun. Are you having a good day?
Munchkin: Yes.
Munchkin’sFirstMom: Good! Okay, I love you.
Munchkin: I love you, too.
Munchkin’sFirstMom: Bye Munchkin!
Munchkin: Bye.
My heart swells every time she tells me that she loves me. She’s so wonderful. And yet, as I start making plans for her birthday and Christmas (both, obviously, in December), I don’t know what size she’s wearing or what age appropriate toys she would actually like.
There’s always a reminder that I’m not “really” important, isn’t there? That said, I’ll be visiting for an entire week. I love being a WAHM. ;)
