We are getting ready for church. Stella wants to wear a dress. I want her to wear a dress…AFTER breakfast. I convince her to go downstairs and have breakfast first. So, we head downstairs.
Stella – Mom, you get me dressed really well.
Me, the mommy – Ok, thanks.
Stella – Mom, you try really hard to be a great mom.
Me – Ok, thanks.
By the tone of her voice, I’m not sure if she has complimented me or if she has insulted me. It’s almost as though she wanted to say, “Mom, you try really hard to be a great mom…but keep trying.”