I know there will come a day when she won't want anything to do with me. She won't want me to color Jubilee pages with her, share a blanket, or insist on eating food from my plate (even though she has the exact same food on her own). She won't lay in bed at night, clinging to my hand, and begging me to promise I will live with her when I am old. Sometimes, such devotion is overwhelming. It is tempting to insist she eats the food from her own plate without tasting mine, or to hide in the bathroom for a few minutes of solace.
But then I will take a deep breath, and remind myself that it won't always be like this. Someday, I will look back and long for the return of the little girl who just wants to be with her mommy. I remind myself to be grateful for the time we have right now.