I love you. And I like you.

If I'm up, she's down. If I'm this way, she's the other way. For the past few weeks, we've been on completely different pages. Different books. Different libraries even. I opened up about it recently about this on social media lately, and was amazed at how many other moms said, "Me too. I'm struggling, too." I have had people send me private messages to tell me that they appreciated my honesty. I'd be lying if I said it didn't comfort me a bit to know that there are other people out there who struggle remembering why they like their kids sometimes. Heaven knows I love this girl so dearly. I miss her when she's in school and she truly opened up the windows and let in the light when she was born. But, we've been getting so frustrated with each other because apparently all my ideas and my requests are the.worst.thing.ever and she's not afraid to say so. 

But, you know, if there's one thing I've learned, it's that when these little phases last, I just have to out-last them. I feel like we are finally coming out of it, and the last few days have been really pretty good. This morning she was even pretty delightful. Here's the thing though. As frustrated as we both get, we both can't get enough of each other. We always come back together and she becomes my little girl again. The little girl who loves bunnies and ballerinas and cuddling while getting her back scratched. She is my little best friend, and I'm up for every roller coaster of emotions that will come my way. I just can't promise that I won't throw up. 

S's bow c/o of Free Babes Handmade. S insisted on that I add the bow after I had already put it up in the bun. So typical :)

**Also, I forgot to share this already, but here was last month's post for What to Expect. This was a fun one to write, because I talked about things that I wouldn't normally share on social media. You can find the post HERE.