Tonight I left Brett home with pretty girl and bendaboo to work on the electrical in the house while I took spreeny to football. I came home late and tired, thinking about all things I still had to do to find that pretty girl had gotten Ben ready for bed and made all three lunches for school tomorrow.
And then she told me about the girl who had left school for a year and came back. This girl wasn’t very nice to R and she was really worried about her coming back. My heart was breaking for her the night before school, trying to find the right words to make her feel ok. Trying to make her feel safe and excited about going back to school.
Tonight pretty girl told me how she felt bad for this girl.
How she noticed she didn’t have anyone to talk to.
So she talked to her and sat with her.
She told me she wanted to give her another chance.
And then she hugged me and asked me if I was mad that she did that.
That she decided to forget that someone made her feel bad and do the right thing.
That she noticed someone was lonely and tried to fix that.
I hugged her tight and reassured her I wasn’t mad. I didn’t voice my fear that it wouldn’t work out. I always want her to try to do the right thing. Even if it’s a little scary. Even if no one else is doing it. Even if it might not last.
I want her to always feel empathy over anger.
I want her to care.
And tonight I realized that shining through the screaming, the tantrums, the door slamming and the crying that is a 10 year old girl….is a child with more heart and love than I could ever hope for.
And I’ve never been prouder.