I had a very poignant moment last Thursday when I was giving Rachel her nightly bath. (I would have posted this on Friday, but I was too sick to do much more than lie in bed and whimper, blow my nose and feel cruddy).
I had hoisted her out of the water and onto the towel that I'd spread over the kitchen counter. I was rubbing her skin dry when she looked up at me with those trusting blue eyes of hers. Suddenly it flashed through my head that I would always remember this moment.
And then I just lost it. I burst into tears and hugged her and told her I'd always remember giving her a bath, even when she gets older. And that even though we're sure to have difficult years -- years when we'd fight bitterly and she'd tell me she hates me and break my heart -- I would never forget when she was young enough for me to bathe her.
Mommyhood: It does bring out all sorts of unexpected emotions, even when I thought all the pregnancy-related hormones had washed out of my body.
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