Iâ€™ll be the first to admit that my child is not perfect, but I wonâ€™t go into details because I just canâ€™t be that mom. Someday, sheâ€™ll find my blog, read what Iâ€™ve written, and I figure Iâ€™ll do enough damage in day-to-day parenting imperfections, that I donâ€™t need to vent so publicly to the world. Still, despite the girlâ€™s behavior at the moment (suffice it to say, weâ€™re having some difficulties), I have to share a story about her that just made my heart so happy.
Let me start with this. Rather than get store-bought valentines or have me create a forced perspective image that could be made into a card, bestowing the recipient with a fun pencil or DumDum, the girl decided to create cards out of markers and computer paper â€“ folded hamburger style, of course. In each card, she penned a little note â€“ each unique to the kid for whom she was writing it (English major â€“ canâ€™t end a sentence with â€œforâ€ without cringing). Then, sheâ€™d draw some sort of heart-themed picture, and sign it with a heart and her name. Itâ€™s so cute, and old school, and thoughtful, and I didnâ€™t think I could be more proud of her. But, what she told me about one card she made last night had me fighting back tears.
This particular card was for a boy in her class. No, she does not have a crush on him. But, she did tell me that he speaks very quietly, or not at all. She was drawing a rather elaborate picture, and I asked her if she was sure she wanted to be that fancy because the rest of the card sheâ€™d made werenâ€™t so elaborate. She told me that the boy is shy, and she thought that maybe if she made him a really nice picture, it will make him feel better and he wouldn’t be so shy anymore.
The next time I wonder if any bad behavior from her is because Iâ€™m not doing a good job as a mom, I will try to remember this story. This is proof Iâ€™m doing something right.