I always love the moment when it seems like kids I watch could be mine. Whether it's being assumed to be the mom at the park (and not correcting the bystander), or snuggling someone in bed without the rest of the world for a moment...those are the times I really love my job.
Today, the twins' dad and I took the kids to swimming lessons (that's a whole different story), and after the lesson, I took Lilly to the locker room, and he took Patrick. Lilly and I went in the shower, stripped, and played in the water: she didn't want to get out, and I felt like she was my daughter.
I don't know what makes that feeling happen. But when it does, it's perfect.
Do we get to hear the swimming lesson story later?
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