Replacement.

Who needs a Mom, when you can kiss your own owies better?

The other day I was cleaning up, and Miss Mags was just following behind me.  All of the sudden I could hear a "crunch" (which was Maggie's toe connecting with the corner of the couch).  I had my hands full, so I thought I'd just try to talk her out the pain... "you're okay Mags" "get up, shake it off, it's not that bad", and proceeded to walk into my bedroom while saying these encouraging (useless, insensitive, lame) comments.  I dropped what I had in my arms on to my bed, and then headed back for my wounded comrade...

I had a minute, and I was ready to be in full Mommy mode and comfort my bundle of joy...

Too late.

I found her sitting on the floor, comforting herself, and kissing her own toe better... I was not needed.

Suddenly I felt very sheepish for making the arm full of laundry more important at that immediate moment of need, and have now vowed to never let it happen again.

I'M THE ONE THAT SHOULD BE KISSING IT BETTER!

I WANT TO BE THE HERO IN MY LITTLE GIRL'S STORY...

Lesson learned.