“I was trying so hard to be a good mom that I forgot how to just… be there for you. Will you let me show you something special?”
Sophie peeked around me, curiosity winning over caution.
When she saw the room, Sophie’s mouth dropped open in a perfect “O.”
“Is this… is this for me?” she whispered.
Amelia nodded, her eyes glistening. “All of it.
And I promise, from now on, we’ll clean your room together, and maybe… maybe we could share some ice cream while we read together?”
Sophie stared at her for a long moment before launching herself into Amelia’s arms. “Thank you, new mommy. I love it.”
“Can we have tea parties up here?” Sophie asked, already moving toward the little table.
“With real tea?”
“Hot chocolate,” Amelia amended with a laugh. “And cookies. Lots of cookies.”
Later that night, as I tucked Sophie into bed, she pulled me close and whispered, “New mom’s not scary.
She’s nice.”
I kissed her forehead, feeling the last of my doubts dissolve.
Our path to becoming a family wasn’t straight or simple, but maybe that’s what made it real. We were learning together, stumbling sometimes, but always moving forward.
And watching my daughter and my wife curl up in that attic room the next day, sharing ice cream and stories, I knew we’d be okay.
Source: amomama
