At 104 Degrees My Baby Was Burning Up, and the Doctor Said New Mothers Panic Over Nothing. Then My Seven-Year-Old Lifted Her Teddy Bear and Asked to Tell Him What Grandma Had Really Been Doing
I thanked her.
But I have thought about it since, and I don’t think Poppy did anything extraordinary, exactly.
I think she did the most ordinary thing in the world — she trusted what she saw — and it only looked extraordinary because every adult around her had forgotten how.
That is the part I cannot get past, even now, in the good quiet of this house.
Not that my daughter was a hero, though she was.