When Your Child Puts It ALL Into Prospective

My 8yo daughter asked me to carry her up the stairs to bed. Her face was snug between my shoulder and jaw, legs wrapped around my waist. I struggled to get her up the stairs because I’m not who I once was, and she weighs a lot more than she ever has. “You know,” I said. “Someday you won’t like me.”

I think about this a lot, actually, and I know I’ve brou…