When I was pregnant with the Diva I used to call her my little symbiont.
As she’s gotten older, and is discovering things she truly loves on her own (and is mesmerized by them – showing me that I’ve just opened the door for her but she’s gone through it…) she often turns back to me when I least expect it, and comes to me seeking to rejoin the parental unit from which she exited nearly 5 years ago. continue reading…
