It had to happen sooner or later. This is just a fact. Somehow this knowledge did little comfort as Tate took her first TUMBLE out of her stroller onto the blacktop of the parking lot. I could hear her hit the blacktop. Oh boy did she cry AND HARD. On the outside I was all momma-like. Comforting and reassuring. In the inside my heart was breaking. After an hour or so I saw her HUGE goose bump and skinned forehead. This was when my cool momma-like exterior cracked and I cried.
To Tate, her booboo has been forgotten. To me, I feel pain when I see the huge goose bump on her beautiful sweet face.