Yesterday I woke up under the wrong side of the bed and posted on fb: "Major grief anger this morning. I channelled it into making pancakes. The pancakes are made with love but I didn't have to turn the stove on. See? Grief isn't all bad."
We had some pancakes left over so this morning while our daughter was eating them she suddenly said, "Mama, I'm so proud of you."
Me: "Really? I'm so glad. Any reason in particular, or just in general?"
Her: "Because you just tried to have Toren. Do you understand what I mean? It's too hard to explain."
Me: "...yes, I think I understand."