A Mama's Musings
I guess I've gotten used to raising boys. Everything seems so straight forward with them...
"Did you just hit your brother?"
"That was unkind. What do you say?"
They hug. They run outside to play. I finish sweeping the kitchen.
O.k. I can do this. That wasn't so bad.
Then I had girls (two at once, in fact!) I'm so very thankful for them. Please don't think that I'm complaining, but I'm definitely treading new waters here. You would think that I would "get them," because I am, after all, of the same gender. Sometimes we have moments like this...
But, oh, how I love it when we have moments like this: