Tonight I had a very tough conversation with Taevy, our 6 year old daughter. Since I got home from Ghana Taevy has wanted a lot of cuddle time with me. I assumed it was a competition thing--making sure that Bright didn't "take" her mommy away. I think I've done a pretty good job with it all, making sure that all of the kids get their fair share of lap time with me. But for Taevy it has gotten worse the last couple of days. She seems totally fine with Bright (really) so the whole thing has been hard to figure out. Until tonight.
"I wish daddy wasn't on dialysis. He can't cuddle me any more."