“Mommy, when I grow up, I want to be a mommy just like you,” Delaney told me as we sat around her little table on this rainy morning eating our homemade banana pancakes.

“You do? Why is that?” I asked (boasted). I assumed that it was because she saw how much I love being a mommy… because she thought that I was doing a good job as her mommy… because she thinks that mommies rock.

“So I can wear all of your clothes!”


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