It’s 12:30pm on a Saturday and my youngest daughter, Violet (3yo) is napping with her dad in my room.
I’ve been sitting and reading a book for about 20 minutes when I notice that my oldest daughter, Roree (5yo) has been extremely quiet for most of those moments.
Feeling like an awful mother, I decide to see what she’s up to, fully expecting that she has fallen asleep herself in the middle of the playroom floor, which wouldn’t be the first time.
Instead, I find her lounging on her bed with a book in her lap and two piles of books on either side of her.
My heart absolutely soars.