I had accidentally slammed the shower door and cursed myself for my clumsiness. A few seconds later I heard a soft knock at the bathroom door and a tiny voice through the door asking “Mummy, are you ok?”. For some reason tears started to well up in my eyes as I apologized and said “I’m ok baby, sorry for the noise”.
I opened the door and she was staring at me with her big brown eyes before squealing and running back to bed.
This is one of those times that it hits me hard how fast my babies are growing up. I get sad and all emo before I remember that they aren’t even three yet. Still, irrationally the sadness lingers, even now as I type this post.