“Mommy,” she whispered, “do you remember you sang me this song after my operation?”
“Mommy,” my six-year-old called from her bedroom, “come sing me the song you sang to me when I was a baby.”
I glanced at the clock and stayed seated. It was 9 p.m., way past her bedtime, and I was in no mood to sing songs.
“Mommmmy,” she called again.
I forced myself off the couch. How do mommies give and give, while barely getting in return?
I sat down on my daughter’s bed and started singing softly while gently rubbing her back in a circular motion.
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