Miss I gave words to her ambivalence this morning. She first asked me to tell her again what happened to her first mother, and then asked, "Do you think that's sad?" I told her that I do. Very sad. I am sad for her and I am sad for her first mother, who doesn't have the joy of seeing her bloom and grow.
"But are you happy with me?" she asked, deep in thought. I am, I said, and it is okay to feel both things.
She seemed relieved for the moment.
I think it has something to do with our two year anniversary.