I’m a sentimental.
Being the only female in the house, I feel it’s my duty to expose my sons to the full range of female emotion.
They see me laughing (a lot). Certainly they’ve seen me frustrated and angry, but I hope they’ve seen more kindness and gentleness. They’ve seen me swoon when my husband enters the room and dance to “Mom’s Morning Dance Music” (yes, I have that playlist).
And they’ve seen the quiet moments.
The times when I’m not reading or working or on any device, just looking out the window.
The times when they see me crying because it’s just one of those days and I need some reminiscing music.