“Mommy, why don’t you like me?” her tiny voice stops me in my tracks as she shuffles under her sheets. Peering into the dark I try to make out her face. Like a stunned bird, I whisper, “What do you mean, baby? Mommy loves you very much!” “But sometimes you don’t like me.” The wisdom of a four year old. I squeeze her tight, promising over and over that I love her and I like her. In the quiet of the midnight hours, my mind trails through every moment that she might have th
