“Well, we all see what we see” is what she said simply and then walked away. And man, that phrase really stuck with me. It started like this: this morning, our soft-spoken child-who’s-more-like-her-father decided to behave in a way that more aligns with her mother & (ahem) speak her mind this morning. Though her move of verbal bravery struck a chord with me, I applaud her audacity. And, well, with what she said, she wasn’t wrong. Let me set the stage by saying this: Somewhere between wake-up, breakfast, and get-ready-for-church time, my 8 yr old decided to join the fashion police and start questioning my life choices via my wardrobe. (This is the child that will wear a baby Grogu shirt and hot pink shorts. Out in public. On purpose. Just because. I just felt you needed to know that before moving on.) So there we were - just Hannah and me - looking at my church outfit this morning, & the conversation went like this: Hannah(hesitantly): “Hey mom, is that what yo...
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