When I had my second baby I expected the rush of mother love to new baby. I never expected the emotions from adoring pre-schooler to busy mother. She is my second child, but first daughter. She copies me without me even realizing it.
- “Will you curl my bangs, too?”
- “I’m wearing a skirt and shirt just like you.”
- “Can I have this barrette in my hair like you have one in yours?”
- “Your clothes are pretty. When I grow up I’ll have pretty clothes like that.”