[ Pulling a hearty laugh out of her, Claire claps her hands together quietly, in an amused gesture. ]
You're right, I do. There's a saying that includes children keeping you young, so I think that's proving to be true.
[ She would never claim to have been mother of the year at any point of Bree's life. First she was consumed by grief, trying to grapple with what she thought was Jamie's death while carrying their child. Then, after Bree was born, watching her prefer Frank while Claire took time to follow her dream, was too much. She hated that it wasn't Jamie, but it should have pushed her to do more with Brianna when she could. Instead, she threw herself into becoming the best doctor, the best surgeon, and the chasm between them only grew. She was always just out of reach from her daughter, though Claire's love for her has always been infinite and unconditional. She was no Al Munson, but Carol Brady, she was not.
Still, like Eddie, there's no point in bringing it up and dragging them down. She's dealt with these feelings long enough that they pass in a blink by now. ]
Unless you count the goats, I think you can definitely take the title. If you really did feel up to it, we could put together a one-man concert. It might wind up sound like heavy rock from ye olden days, but I bet it would be popular.
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You're right, I do. There's a saying that includes children keeping you young, so I think that's proving to be true.
[ She would never claim to have been mother of the year at any point of Bree's life. First she was consumed by grief, trying to grapple with what she thought was Jamie's death while carrying their child. Then, after Bree was born, watching her prefer Frank while Claire took time to follow her dream, was too much. She hated that it wasn't Jamie, but it should have pushed her to do more with Brianna when she could. Instead, she threw herself into becoming the best doctor, the best surgeon, and the chasm between them only grew. She was always just out of reach from her daughter, though Claire's love for her has always been infinite and unconditional. She was no Al Munson, but Carol Brady, she was not.
Still, like Eddie, there's no point in bringing it up and dragging them down. She's dealt with these feelings long enough that they pass in a blink by now. ]
Unless you count the goats, I think you can definitely take the title. If you really did feel up to it, we could put together a one-man concert. It might wind up sound like heavy rock from ye olden days, but I bet it would be popular.