I could write a post every week entitled “Deep thoughts from the Clare Bear” since we have so many conversations with this girl that throw J and I off guard. She’s a sweet, silly, sassy girl but she’s also a deep thinker who is just as likely to be contemplating the meaning of life as she is to be imagining herself living at Arendelle in Frozen.
Last week Clare and I walked to the library together. I love our weekend walks since it gives Clare time to just chit chat about whatever she’s thinking about. On this particular walk she threw glanced over her shoulder and said, “do you like being a mom?”
Keeping my voice calm and relaxed. “Yes, I do Sweetie. I love it.”
“Is there something that you don’t like about being a mom?”
Working harder at keeping my voice calm and relaxed. Reminding myself to find the balance between being honest and not laying to many of my emotions on my five-year-old. “Well, sometimes it makes me pretty tired. Sometimes I get overwhelmed and I feel bad when I get frustrated. But mostly I love it.”
“OK.”
Clare skips off. I take a big sigh.
