My mom validates my struggles with motherhood by telling me I have hard children. She reminds me that my children don't sleep, that they are very independent and strong willed. Not all children are this way, she says. Since Marc was such a difficult child, in my head, I always chalk it up to Marc being their father and count it as the price I pay for such a great husband.
However, on her most recent visit, my mom challenged that assumption by telling me that Abigail reminds her of me:
|I think it is this face that resembles me the most!|