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  • ...It takes a Mummy a while to get their heads round it!)


    Mummy?

    Yes...

    Will you always be my Mummy?

    Yes Love.

    Mummy?

    Yes..

    Even if everything changes again?

    Yes Love

    Mummy?

    Yes,

    If everything changes and you and me changes, will you still be my Mummy?

    Yes Love.

    Mummy?

    Yes...

    How becomes?

    You know when a butterfly lays its eggs?

    ...Yes...

    Well, those eggs go from eggs, to grubs, to caterpillars, to cocoons, to butterflies, right?

    Yes...

    But whatever those eggs become, their Mummy is still their Mummy, and loves them all through the changes.

    Mummy?

    Yes...

    What if they come out all wonky and grey?

    Yes Love, their Mummy still loves them because to her, her babies are always the most beautiful things in all the world.

    Mummy?

    Yes...

    Are you like a butterfly?

    Yes Love, you are the most beautiful, wonderful thing in the world to me, and I love you a million tonnes.

    Right. So, If our wings hadn't dropped off, we would all be beautiful butterflies?

    Yes Love.

    (Another conversation I had with my Daughter when she was small :)
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