I have some awesome daughters. Really, I do.
Ask anyone that knows them.
I’m not bragging when I say this. It’s just the truth.
And it’s not because of anything I have done. They were just born that way. Awesome.
I may be wiser (sometimes), but they are much more responsible.
(I really should be too embarrassed to share this, but apparently I am way beyond shame…)
From the 8 year old going on 16:
walking into my room one morning: “Mom, I will pay you to keep your room clean.”
in regards to the dishwasher: “And by the time I get home from school today, the dishes need to be put away.”
“I fed Daisy. Now you just need to feed us.”
From the 10 year old going on 20:
“Mom, look…. I’m putting my folder right here on the island so you can sign it. See? Right. here. Mom! Folder. Here. OK?”
at 6:45am by my bed fully dressed: “Mom, I fed us all breakfast and packed our lunches. You can just sleep in today.”
“The boys are in their pajamas and I read them a few books. They just want you to sing them a song and kiss them goodnight.”
Now I need to show them how to do the laundry and I will be good to go!