My oldest is one of the most tender souls I know. Her whole being is sentimentality and feelings. Interacting with her as a mother I find myself helping her express, channel, and process her emotions. At times it is a huge stretch for this pragmatic pickle of a soul I possess. But it’s ok. Growth is good. Biting my lip and controling my judgementalism is good. Learning to give a tender rub on the back while I whisper soothing words instead of a light punch to the shoulder and a chipper, “Suck it up kid!” is good for me. I know that God has a good plan for my daughter and I pray that she is able to hear him leading her steps.
The other day she presented me with a folded napkin. The outside said “For Mama”, the inside I have transcribed below. Her ten year old heart is a bit more advanced than her spelling skills (corrected in the transcription); but that is ok. I am so proud of her!
I’m glad you are my Mom. Because you are very nice to me. I’m very happy that you can talk to me. If you couldn’t then I could have no one to talk to when I am lonely. Thank you for taking care of me, it helps alot. I love you.
Who have you made feel special today?