As many of you know, I have three daughters. They’re pretty cool most of the time. Yesterday at a party, when my middle daughter was handed an ice cream sandwich, she first passed it along to her younger sister, and then waited to receive one for herself. That’s one example. Here are a few more:
“Who wants to sweep the floor under the table?” I called out to my children. Silence. “Who wants to sweep the floor under the table and receive a jelly bean?” Small feet running. You call it bribery. I call it proper motivation. Since they all came, and there was only one broom and dust pan, they decided they would all get a turn sweeping so they could all earn a bean. They were even so clever and industrious as to decide that they would sweep in order of youngest to oldest, noting that the oldest would probably do the best job and could therefore find any crumbs the younger two missed. They were jelly beans well-deserved.
My middle daughter received a princess coloring book for her birthday. Naturally the other two were quite interested, as well, and crowded around her as she perused the pages. She could have said, “Go away. This is mine.” Instead she grabbed a pencil and began labeling each page in turn with each girls’ initials, so they would each have a third of the book for coloring. This is my most difficult child when it comes to stubbornness, but she’s great about sharing, at least.
One day I wandered back to my children’s room to find out what all the quiet was about. They were camped out on the oldest’s top bunk with a pile of fairy books next to them. She was reading them stories. They called it a “fairy picnic.” And to increase her younger sisters’ enjoyment of the experience, whenever the oldest came across the name “Benjamin,” she would replace it with the word, “frog” amidst their giggles.
Definitely love these kids.
I just heard the youngest one crying. The middle one said, “Okay, I’m sorry!” (I could have done without the “okay” part.) Youngest is still crying. Middle child says, “Would you like me to kiss it?” “Uh-huh,” comes the teary response. Kissing noises. No more tears. My work here is done. And I didn’t even have to leave my chair. Sometimes these kids make me being a lazy parent all too easy.
How about you, parents? What are some things you love about your kids?