I was getting so tired of coming home and getting after her all evening till bed time. So this weekend I decided to spend every minute with her having fun. We took walks, played games, sang songs, danced (and danced, and danced!) and cuddled. We played with my big fuzzy robe and we played with the pillows in the living room! For this weekend we had more fun and less discipline. She was so caught up in playing with me that we had much less drama.
I could have filled the washer with dirty clothes or the dryer with wet clean clothes. I could have filled the dressers with dry clean clothes. I could have filled the sink with dirty dishes and the drying rack with clean ones. I could have filled the shelves with toys and books. Instead, I filled a little girls heart with love. My little girl.
This weekend gave me a glimps of my daughters heart. She doesn't need lots of toys, or to have her own way. She needs her momma.