Are you ready for some sap?
My little girl turned six years old earlier this Spring. But to me, perhaps because she’s my last baby, she’s still oh-so-little. When my son was six, I remember thinking he was such a big boy and was capable of so much, and yet when she, my second child, is six I have tended to underestimate her and “baby” her along the way. I’ve noticed this pattern in my parenting over the past couple of years and have really tried to change it. After all, if I’m raising a strong, confident daughter, then coddling her will do her no favours.
When she’s the first one up in our household, she’s taken to going into the living room, getting herself some cereal and turning on SportsCentre on TV. We have a no-TV-before-school rule, but c’mon, sports highlights don’t count.
Last weekend was a particularly early wakeup for her, so after her breakfast and TSN fix, she got out her paper and markers and made this creation:
It says “My family is the most important thing to me in my life!”
I sobbed when she showed it to me. And then she cried because I was crying. You can see how sensitive souls tend to raise other sensitive souls, can’t you?
Deep within my tears was a feeling of tremendous pride mixed with a touch of GDMFSOB (look it up) we are DOING THIS RIGHT.