Tomorrow, while I slave away at work, Cedric and Noah arrive at my house. They’ll stay overnight, and the next day I’ll slave away at work again while Hannah hogs Noah even more, making him love her more than he loves me.
Through all this, I will continue to love all my children equally, and will not let a root of bitterness grow in my heart. Nor will I (outwardly) stomp my feet because I am missing out on prime Noah time. Because I’m a grown-up, and that’s what grown-ups do: They pretend not to throw fits, and they love even the children who undermine their grandmotherly bonds.