"Hip, hip, hooray, Mommy saves the day!" My four-year-old daughter runs through the living room, quite literally singing my praises. I laugh as she jumps up and down, her socks pulled up high on her ankles. I had helped put those socks on, a task that, on this particular morning, had been frustrating my incredibly independent child to the point of tears. She finally surrendered and asked for help, which I gladly offered. She then compensated me with a melody of enthusiastic hoorays. Read more of this post
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