I'm in North Carolina at the Type A Mom conference.
I called home last night after the little angel went to bed. Beloved told me she cried for about five minutes after bedtime. "I just want my mommy," she said.
My heart cracked a little.
But for the first time in my motherhood career, I didn't feel guilty at being away. It can't be helped, it's for work, and she understands my work and what is good and bad about it. I just felt sad, picturing my little girl crying for me.
And I went upstairs and cried for her.
MISS.
