A Little History

Every day Michaela says or does something that emphasizes (without meaning to at all) how special she is.  There is always a hug at just the right moment, or some other loving gesture (tonight as I was leaving her room after saying good night she called quietly after me,"Mom!"  I turned around and in the darkness I could see that she was holding up the "I love you" sign with her hand).  She loves on Eliana all day long.  She runs to say good bye to her daddy as he's walking down the sidewalk as if it's the most important thing she's going to do all day. She had her first softball game of the season tonight (and Christian had t-ball at the same time, so Mike and I had to divide and conquer, and I missed his game).  She's playing on a team where all the girls know each other from school, but she shows up and smiles and starts talking to the other girls like it's no big deal (she does better with them than I do with the moms!).  She hasn't played much softball, but she pulls her helmet on, picks up her bat, and heads to home plate to give it her best shot.  I'm so proud of her for doing these things, things that I have a hard time doing as a 34-year-old...making friends in an established circle, playing a (fairly) new sport (um, playing any sport at all).  And all of it with a smile, a sweet smile that can light up a whole room. I don't tell her how much she means to me often enough.  She's so independent, and does so much on her own now.  I rely on her a lot to help out with Eliana, and throughout the day we do our own thing.  She has been doing her schoolwork in Mike's office in the mornings, without the distraction of Eliana trying to climb in her lap using her pencil on her paper. I'm writing this so late because one of the last things I did tonight (before getting back on the computer) was look in her bookbag.  She has never had a real bookbag before, for school, since she's homeschooled.  You know, we didn't really need to pack the books up for the trek from the schoolroom to the dining room when we did work there.  Or to the living room when we did work there.  No, we just carried them in the handy-dandy arms that we have. Now that she's walking to Mike's office at the church with a load of books she needed a bag to put them in.  Mike ordered one for her, and it arrived today, and she squealed and said,"It's cute, it's plaid!"  I found it tonight in our schoolroom floor, filled with books.  It was heavy!  I went to move it so I could fold some laundry before I headed to bed, and I thought,"What is in here?" I had to show you... outer pocket- inside big pocket- I am not sure why, but this bag full of history books made my heart swell.  It made me feel so full of love for Michaela...maybe someone has some insight as to why this was so touching.  I want so much for her, even though I don't do the best job to provide the atmosphere that she needs to reach her greatest potential in many ways.  I'm grateful that these days she is able to go with her dad and have a quiet place to study. There are so many things that I could say...my heart feels so full.  But at the end of the day (quite literally) it comes down to this...I love her.  And tomorrow I'm going to tell her first thing.

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[Mindee@ourfrontdoor]

Good job in taking time to appreciate the moment. :)