I walk past Elly’s room after having just checked on Miles sleeping peacefully in his crib. She flags me down from her dark room while in bed, “Mommy is that you?” Darn, she caught me. And she’s STILL awake! She’s inherited my night owl gene, congrats girl, you will never be the one at the sleepover whose training bra gets put in the freezer. You’re welcome.
Me: “Yes, Elly.”
Elly: “What were you doing?”
Me: “Checking on Miles.”
Elly: “I wish I was his Mommy.”
Me: “Well, maybe you’ll be a Mommy to someone one day if you want to be.”
Elly: “I want to be a Mommy…will you teach me how?”
I melted right then and there.