Once my now five year old who was then four years old looked at me and asked me why I didn’t laugh much.
I didn’t realize he would notice that.
I thought being the busy mom, the doing, the cleaning, the making sure he had his peanut butter and jelly sandwich cut into triangles and not squares, the getting him dressed and trying to get that colic of hair in the back of his head to stay down – all of that – I thought that was enough, in a way. And yet, he didn’t see that.
He saw that I hadn’t laughed in a while.
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Rachel Martin is the author of Dear Mom Letters.