I know the goose has gotten a lot of airtime this week, so why stop now. You’re not supposed to tell you kids this, but I have favorites. From 6-7am it’s the goose and from 7:38-8:30am it’s the bug.
Resiliency is one of my favorite things to witness in a person. When I see it in my kids, I feel like just maybe,I did this thing right….so far. Conversely, I think the most unattractive characteristic is playing the victim. It serves no purpose, unless you hope to have someone else save you for the rest of your life. I don’t want either of my children to believe in the possibility of someone on a white horse riding into their lives to save them from the doldrums of a life they have created and want desperately to escape. I want them to make good, thoughtful decisions in their lives and if they falter I want them to learn from it, fix it, and move on.
It’s been a tough couple of weeks for the goose. Transitions are hard and sometimes they don’t happen at the beginning which can be confusing. She has learned that she is more capable than she thought she was. She realized that she isn’t alone at school, just flapping in the wind waiting to fall. This knowledge will allow her to take greater risks. For a kid who has a tendency to be anxious, risk taking doesn’t come easily. Sometimes, our most valuable lessons are learned when we step just outside of our comfort zone.
The goose got up this morning and I could tell right away she would have rather not. Instead of poking and prodding to get a reaction, which is my normal modus operandi, I just walked out of her room. I remained quiet as she ate her toast and packed her bag. She got her coat on and walked over to me and sat in my lap. Not in the please-shelter-me-mommy-I-would-crawl-back- into-your-womb-if-i-could sort of way either. Just in the, sorry-I-was-a-poop way.
And it felt SO good. She’s easily 5’6″ to my 5’3″ and if I could have rolled her up and held her all day I would have. But that’s not what she needed from me. Just a cuddle. Just a short, sweet, I love you, good bye cuddle.
I’m pretty sure this is what we work so hard for in parenting. If I’m wrong….well I have to say I don’t much care.