“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy”
“Come here honey, what’s wrong?”
“Mommy, hold me”
“Mommy, I don’t feel good”
“Come here baby, Mommy’s got you”
Lindsay was so great at this. I was her support with this. They never wanted daddy in all of this. Mommy is the “rescue”, Daddy is the “rescue” support.
I will do my best little guys. Bare with me, I’m trying. I love you too. Mommy was good, there is no denying that. I can’t replace that, but I can hold you, kiss your booboo better, give you your medicine and I promise to make sure you get better.
I watched your Mommy, studying her every move. I had a good teacher.