We've had a lot going on this month. Had to postpone a flight overseas because my toddler broke her arm. The very next week she was diagnosed with tonsillitis and then I learned she would need surgery on her arm (minor, but still). The icing on the cake is that my husband had to fly overseas without us, because we had business to take care of that literally couldn't be delayed, so I'm parenting solo.So here I am trying to hold everything together and missing my husband like crazy and the morning we were supposed to drive to the hospital we'd both been up since 3:30am because the tonsillitis was giving her stomach pains. I finally broke a little and started crying from a week's worth of lost sleep, and generally just feeling rotten and sorry for myself and my kid.My little one came over with a Kleenex, dabbed at my eyes and said "It's okay mommy, don't cry. Don't be sad. I take care of you."Of course I stopped crying, because how can you not. She shouldn't have been put in a position at 3 where she felt responsible for me, but goddamn did I appreciate that little Kleenex and her sweet little face. via /r/Parenting http://ift.tt/2HInfsI
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