Sometimes I feel I could be a better mom. A better mom, wife, friend, daughter–you name it. And then I will walk into the toyroom and hear Nicholas talking to his dinosaurs while he positions them just so. “Is that your mommy, T-Rex? Is that your mommy, Spinosaurus? Do dinosaurs like their mommy? Yes? Okay.”
And then I think that, sometimes, maybe I am doing something right, too.