this is a story to illustrate being a mama, as i understand it.
brian found a dog stuffy that he thought might be a cute friend for lola. we were prepared for either hilarity or a quick moment in which she would be scared and we would remove the offending stuffy and leave it be.
what we got instead was a very curious little girl who first had the world's longest stare down with the stuffy before biting it on the ear and letting it know who was boss. {with the two of us humans silently laughing our faces off in the meantime}.
having established dominance, our little girl began to one by one remove her block toys from the area so that her new friend/baby/frenemy could not play with them. i calmly explained that this behaviour was rude and that she should share. {keeping a straight face in those situations is hard, yo.}
after a moment's thought our lola hopped over to her favorite carrot rattle toy - thus far only shared with her daddy, never mum - and gave it to the puppy. cutest. thing. ever.
"quick, get a photo" brian said.
but i couldn't.
because i was biting my knuckle to keep from distracting her with my crying. my heart was melting. my baby girl was being sweet and sharing. i was so proud of her i was crying. i was officially a crazy woman and i didn't care.
so in a matter of fleeting moments i had gone from seriously amused, patiently having a teaching moment and then watching her do something so good and pure that my heart filled so full that i thought it might pop out of my chest and i thought i could never love her more.
an hour later her stomach got upset and she had wet poos all over the rug.
motherhood.
