Sometimes I doubt myself as a mother.
There are days when I’m overtired and still getting over being sick and I’ve just been hit in the head with the giant, hard head of a Lalaloopsy doll and everything becomes a little bit overwhelmingly and I end up crying on the floor…
Just as an example.
Days like that, when my daughter comes over to see me and brushes my hair off my forehead and kisses my cheek and tells me she’s sorry and it’s okay? Suddenly it all seems like it’s going to work out just fine.