KATE: I like you.
ME: What Kate?
KATE: I like you all. I like you all the time.
ME: Aww, Boo, I love you.
A comment so innocuous, but so genuine, truly a heart stopping moment. It superseded the traditional, rote, “love you” echoed daily without hesitation or thought. A true testament that despite all of the chaos, I am apparently doing something right. If the only approval I can garner is Kate’s, I consider that a true success, as she is my toughest critic.
I am going to conjure up a way to recreate that moment, ensuring that I have a recording device properly positioned to document this statement. I will then secure it in a vault to be retrieved when she is fifteen and I am subjected to shrieks of, “Mom, I hate you. You don’t know anything. I swear you don’t even love me, or you wouldn’t say no. You just don’t understand … I just want to dieeeeeeeeeeee.”
I’ll then calmly locate this video and provide evidence that she agreed to like me all of the time. This little girl tests my parenting skills on an hourly basis, so I am utilizing the next twelve years to ensure I am ready for Kate: Version Teenager.