Do You Forgive Me?

Sometimes Stella puts me in my place. OK, pretty much every day she reminds me, not so much with the actual words, that I need to be a better Mommy. The other day Stella was sitting on my lap and for no apparent reason whatsoever, she bashed her head into my mouth. NOT HAPPY! Swelling occurred immediately as Stella ran off to her room crying.

It was an accident and she clearly did not calculate how close my face was to her twitching head. She felt really bad. She came out of her room a while later and presented me with this:

and so sweetly asked, "Do you forgive me, Mom?"

. . . and then she presented me with several other things:

"This is for you cuddle . . ."

". . . and this is for you to be pretty . . ."

". . . and this is to wipe away your tears."

Forgiveness was swiftly granted and my sweet little head-bashing girl's smile returned. I love you Stella.