A couple of weeks ago my uncle stopped by my parents house. I was there with the Animalia and she'd fallen asleep in the uncomfortable looking way that she does, nestled against my chest. I was leaning back a little but really I was as contorted as she was but still comfortable. My uncle told me that I looked uncomfortable and asked if my back hurt. I was fine but before I could respond, my dad said, "She's fine. Moms have strong backs."
It made me a little teary. That I was a mom. That my dad made mention of my strength. That my dad was a grandfather. It felt like the most incredible compliment.
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