There I stood, tripping over Tupperware containers strewn about the floor. She sat at the table coloring. These are the days of Play-Doh, crayons and finger -paints. The times of wooden spoon drumming on upside down pans. She turned to me as I scurried about the kitchen in my busy mom mode, interrupting my momentum abruptly by the one simple request. “Mommy, I want a little brother or sister.”
Would you stop join me over at Beautifully Rooted where I am sharing one of my favorite exchanges with my sweet girl?