I love you too
She follows me, from one room to another, talking and talking. She is excited to tell me all the "funny" stories happened at school. A boy changed the words of a poem and made everybody laugh. I am glad they can have fun under their teacher's sharp eyes.
We have set a timer for a few things she has to do. She was willing to try, and happily found that she can do things quickly.
I should have patience to wait for her growing. Nature has its own magic. When one part slows down, it is most likely that other parts are developing. I should not be hard on her. She is such a sweet kid.
I feel like in some way, I am growing together with her.
I feel like in some way, I am growing together with her.
The other day she took home two lamb strings from her school lunch, and told me they were tasty. "Why did you not eat them?" I asked and realized instantly, "You'd like ME to enjoy them?" She nodded her head. The lamb was her favourite of school lunch, and they don't supply it often.
Once we went shopping. She was only 3 or 4 that year. On the long way walking back home, we both were very tired and with all the shopping bags in my hands, I could not carry her. It started to sprinkle lightly, we had to walk fast. She walked ahead of me. She was so tired she did not speak much. And then as I looked at her face, she said to me, "It is a raindrop." She would not like me to know she was shedding tears.
Once we went shopping. She was only 3 or 4 that year. On the long way walking back home, we both were very tired and with all the shopping bags in my hands, I could not carry her. It started to sprinkle lightly, we had to walk fast. She walked ahead of me. She was so tired she did not speak much. And then as I looked at her face, she said to me, "It is a raindrop." She would not like me to know she was shedding tears.
Every time when I am tired and fall asleep, she would walk quietly and never make a noise. She is a sensitive kid, which I think might not be a good thing. But she is a happy girl, even in her sleep she giggles and laughs. And she gets along well with other kids, even the most spoiled ones.
It is true that kids love their parents more than we imagine. My dear little girl does. I want to say I love you too, my darling little daughter!
6 comments:
the best blog you have ever written...such a sweet child you have...LUCKY LUCKY YOU!!!
interesting how we sometimes overlook all the raindrops our children wipe from their cheeks..ahhhhh but when we recognize them...our hearts awaken and our souls soar...
You are a very caring mother and your little daughter is so like you!! Parenting, for those of us who care to do the very best job possible, is very challenging. I like what Thotman wrote in this and the previous blog. Age brings wisdom. : ) The timer is a great idea. I found it when my younger son was about 3 years old and would tantrum every time he had to get out of the bath. Buying and using a separate little timer was a miracle! I set it for ten minutes and told him that when the bell "dinged" it meant bath time was over. I was amazed that he quietly got out of the tub saying "bath is over!" I learned to use that timer for different things!
I looked at the pictures of your little one...I rarely feel envy...or wish things for myself...but to have such a beautiful...no, totally wonderful child is absolutely a priceless gift to be held and cared for....even in these little pictures she glows...
She is so cute!
:\'-)
She is lovely, and you are lovely...
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