The Things She Says

On Tuesday, Kate overheard Scott and I talking to Scott's brother about his wife's recent miscarriage. We were asking how she was doing and as Scott continued to listen to his brother Kate pulled at me so she could whisper something in my ear. Her little words were: "Mommy, aren't you glad I didn't die in your tummy?" My face lit up with joy and a resounding "Yes!" came out with a twinkle in her eyes and mine. What a dear, sweet girl. We talked quietly about all the wonderful things we have together, all because she lived.

A week ago, while I was rushing to get Kate ready for preschool and fearing that we would be late again, I rushed her even more and with all my, "Hurry, brush your teeth... Hurry, brush your hair... Hurry, get your coat..." Kate stopped me and softly said, "You know Mom, sometimes you just have to miss it."

I was pulling our clothes out of the washer to hang on the line in our laundry room and I pulled out Scott's pants thinking they were mine. When I realized they were his, I said something about it and then mentioned how silly it would be if I could fit Daddy's pants. Kate told me how "some moms are that big and have really big bum bums." And then she said, "But that's okay, that's just the way God made them."