Thursday, March 20, 2008
Last night middle daughter had a storyline culmination at school; the class created a Scottish castle set in the middle ages. Each child adopted a character and their character had a medieval job. There were many ladies-in-waiting, cooks, brewers, knights, tailors, masons and a sole midwife. Sissy was the midwife - seen above in her newly knighted state with her shield, job description and little sister.
I absolutely love that she picks what others won't. She decides how to dress, how to behave and how to live life irrespective of every one else. She's smart, beautiful, colorful and artistic. She is perfect in every way.
After dinner the baby asked if I wanted her to make me lunch. I said sure expecting a plastic concoction from the toy kitchen upstairs. Shortly thereafter she presented me with a real salad - leftovers from lunch - on a real plate.
"It took me many times." she said
"Many times for what?" I asked
"To get it hot."
The salad had been microwaved to perfection. It was delicious.
I was reading stories to the girls and getting them to bed. The boy popped his head into the room. "Mom?" he said.
"Yes," I replied.
"Will you come into my room when you're done and talk like we did last night? I really liked it when we talked last night."
And I did. And we talked. We talked about getting "folder checked" (i.e. pushed in the halls by big folders). He told me he stood up for himself and it worked. He told me about one of his friends who isn't acting like much of a friend. And, we talked about a girl he has a crush on.
Flashback to a two-year-old little boy, chubby checks, full of snuggles. We'd climb in bed and he would tell me about his day: riding in the huge stroller with five other kids, the big yellow school bus that drove past, his best-friend Stephen.
Although the context has changed, for those brief few moments before sleep, my little boy was back.
Happy Love Thursday!