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A Moment...

We just had a first.

The girls had a bath tonight and after I towel them off I always put lotion on, especially rubbing it into their hands and faces which have such delicate skin. They have both loved this moment since the first time I did it months ago.

Today as I was finishing up Kate grabbed my hand and smiled at me and said, "Mama? Wotion? Me!" Meaning: lotion put on mama by me?

She slowly rubbed both her hands along my palm, then turned it over and rubbed the back. She parroted the way I say, "backs of hands, too," when I help them wash their hands by saying, "Back! Too!"

Then she gently rubbed lotion along each of my fingers. It actually felt like a tiny little massage. I was surprised by how gentle and thoughtful she was being. And all the while she was smiling up at me, really happy to do this.

When she finished I thanked her and she absolutely beamed with pride.

It was such a sweet moment. And so unexpected. I never imagined these girls would be ready to give little gifts of kindness already.

A true Mother's Day moment.

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