On the 6th of December I had minor surgery on my right arm and leg. The next evening I was feeling pretty lousy and all 3 of my incisions were burning like crazy. Near tears, I muttered to myself that I had doubts as to whether removing those lumps were worth it.
My 5 1/2 year old daughter Anna sat across from me, on our love seat. She looked at me with concerned eyes and said this:
"Mom, you know that if you didn't have them taken out that they would just keep getting bigger, and causing you more pain. It's a good thing you had them taken out."
Just like all those times when she was younger, when she got me more tissues after my miscarriage almost 3 years ago, or when she would run to get me the "sick bowl" when I was pregnant with Emma- she was once again taking care of me.
Even though my girl is no angel, those tender moments are very dear and precious to me. I know one day she will make a wonderful mom.
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