Youngest Daughter: Mom, what does it feel like to have a pancreas?
Me: What do you mean? It feels the same way it does for me as it does for you.
Youngest Daughter: C'mon Mom. You KNOW what I mean.
Me: Well, what I mean is that my pancreas feels like your pancreas. In fact, I don't really feel anything at all. It just does what it is supposed to do.
Youngest Daughter: I wish mine felt like that. I wish mine just did what it was supposed to do.
Me: Yes, me too. I wish I could trade yours for mine.
Youngest Daughter: Ok! Let's make a wish for a trade. Wait. No. That's OK. I am already good at handling mine. I think I should keep it.
Me: You are AMAZING! Do you know that?
Youngest Daughter: Yeah, I am pretty great!
Ughh...such tough conversations we have to have with our kids! What a sweetie that she will keep hers though!
ReplyDeleteI know... and the kicker is that I really would trade with her or her sis if I could. I would trade in a heartbeat.
ReplyDeletemajor heartstrings tuggage! *sniff*
ReplyDeleteWhat a brave little sweetheart.
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