Dear Reese,
You collapse tonight, baby girl. Maybe this is what a tantrum is, but you cry from dinner to bathtime.
We weather it together. The story I make up is that you had a hard day — that you had a lot of moments where you needed to keep it together but wanted your mama, but I wasn’t there. And now that I am with you, you can fall apart.
I’m like that with my mama too.
Love,
Mama