On the way home from school today, Rachel said, "You're worried about me, aren't you?"
In fact, I was -- she felt warm when I picked her up, and she looked exhausted, and I'm worried that this cold is really sapping her energy and I wondered if I should have just kept her out of school this morning. I had the day off, after all. Parenting fail?
"I am," I replied. "How can you tell?"
"Your voice," Rachel said. "I can always tell when you're worried, or mad at me, or anxious. It's your voice."
She is one amazing kid.
Monday, March 23, 2015
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